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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

IN    THREE    BOOKS. 

I.  COLLECTED    FROM    THE    SCRIPTURKS. 

II.  COMPOSED    ON    DIVINE    SUBJECTS. 

III.  PREPARED    FG^  THE  LORD's  SUPPER. 


By  I.    V/ATTS,    n,  D. 


And  they  fang  a  7ien.v  fong,  fay  big.  Thou  art 
nuorthyy  &c.  for  thou  'vjaji  Jlain,  a?2d  haji 
redeemed  tiSyScc. 

Rev,  V.  9. 

Soliti  elTent  (i.  e.  Chrijltant)  convenire, 
carmenque  Chrifto  quafi  Deo  dicere. 


Plinius  in  Epijl. 


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HYMN    S. 

BOOK      I. 

Collcded  from  the  Holy  Scriptures- 

HYMN   i.   c.  M. 

j^  ns'VJ  fc7ig  to  the  Lauih  that  ivasjlaih'. 
Rev.  V.  6,  g,  9— I  a. 

I  pEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
X)  Anudft  his  Father''s  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name. 
And  for.gs  before  unknown, 
s  Let  elders  worfnip ,  at  his  feet. 
The  church  adore  around. 
With  viais  full  of  odours  fweet. 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints. 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  railes 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  fhail  look 

Into  thy  lecret  will  ?  ■ 
Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  that  book. 
And  open'^v'ry  feal  ? 

5  He  fnall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees. 

The  fon  defeives  it  well ; 
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H  Y  M  In     li.  Be  ox:  I. 

Lo,  In  his  hand  th?  fov'rel^n  kcvs 

Of  heav'n,  :ind  death,  and  hell  !1 
N.)\v  to  the  Jjiin-ib  that  once  was  iiain, 

Be'endlefb  bleiTings  paid  ; 
Srtlvaiion,  glory,  joy  lemain 

For  evtr  on  thy  head, 
rhou  Haft  redeera'd  our  fouls  with  blood. 

Hall  fet  the  pns'ners  free  ; 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priells  to  God, 

And  v-e  tliall  rei;2n  with  thee. 
The  \vGrlvI:  of  rwiture  and  o'  grace 

Aie  pur  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  Ihovtcn  thefe  delaying  clays, 
id  bring  the  promised  hour. 


A^. 


H  Y  M  N    II.    L.  M. 

Thcdeih  and  hiwianlty  of  Chrif!:,  John  i,  i,  3, 
14,  andQo\.  i.  16.  a?id  Eph.  iii.  9,10. 

I  TT*  R.E  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad 
JL-.     Frr.m  everlxftinq  v/as  the  word  ; 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  word  %vas  God, 
And  m'lit  divinely  be  sdot^d. 

3  Bv  his  own  pow'r  all  things  were  made ; 
Pv  lum  fanported  all  things  ftand ; 

H •■  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
^r^■^  angels  fly  at  his  command. 
>;  E  e  fm  wns  born,  or  S^;t:in.fe!U 
J-1-  held  the  hoft  oFoiorrin^  liars; 
(T  V  pe:-eration  who  can  tell. 
Or  cou  r  the  number  oF  thy  years  ?) 

4  T^u'lo,  he  leaves  th.ofe  heav'nly  forms  ; 
'ti^e  wf  rd  defcends  and  dv^eils  in  clay, 
T'^n*  ^  e  niav  hold  conveife  with  worm?, 
Ditfs'd  in  fuch  feeble  fieih  as  they. 


Bock  I.  H  Y  I^S  N     IIL  c 

5  Mortals  v.dth   joy  beheld  his  face, 
Tb'  eternal  Father's  cn.y  ^on  : 

How  full  el"  tj  uih  i   'aow  h:A  u'i  ijvace  ! 
When  thrli'  lus  eyes  the  Godnead  itioric  • 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
Toiea.rn  ne\v  :::y:i:':ij^  hrie.  aoa  tell. 
The  loves  c:  o.r  j^,c  ,:-\i.'j  ^{  (Jud, 
The  giciies  ui  iini-na..uc'. 

H  Y  M  N     III.     S.  M. 
T!-?!?  nativity  5/  Chriit,  Luke  i.  ^Oj&c.  Luks; 
II.  10,  &c- 

J   T>FHOLD,  the  grace  appears^ 
-D  The  promife  is  fuIfiiPd  ; 
Mary  the  won d 'reus  virgin  bearsy 
And  Jefus  is  the  child. 
«  ["^tie  Lord,  the  highef?:  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  ruie  the  lands  abi  oadj 
And  gives  him  David's  tlirone. 
5  O'er  Jacob  faall  he  reign 
\Vi:h  a  peculiar  I'vyay  ; 
The  nations  ihail  his  grace  ohtaia^ 
His  kingdom  ne'er  dec;.y.j 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news 

.  A  beav'^iiv  term  app;"ars ; 
He  tells  the  ihepherds  of  their  joys. 
And  banifaei  their  fears. 

5  "  Go,  humble  fwains  (faid  he) 

To  David's  city  ily  I 
'•  The  proniisM  infant,  born  to  day. 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  Ic'oks  and  hearts  ferene. 
Go  viiitCnrifl your  king ;'^ 

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6  HYMN     V.  Book  I. 

And  ftraight  a  flaming  trooo  was  feen  : 
The  ihepherds  heard  tl-ein  ling, 

7  "  Giory  to  God  on  high  ! 

*'  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  : 
'•  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
*•  At  the  Redeemer's  birdi  I'* 

8  [In  worfhip  fo  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tonc^ues. 
With  the  celeflial  hofts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs. 

9  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  I 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
**  Good-will  to  men,  to  angeh  joy. 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth  1] 

HYMN     IV.  referred  to  Pfaim  ii, 

HYMN    V.    C.    M, 

Tj .(hjmjjion  to  ajlicihe  provhkncest  Job   i.  aj. 

I  XJ  AKED  as  from  the  ear^h  we  came» 
1\      And  crept  to  life  at  uril ; 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  miocle  with 'our  duft. 
a  Th-r  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondiy  call  our  ov/n, 
Are  biii  ihort  favours  borrowed  now> 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  *Tis  God  L'iHt  lifts  our  comforts  high^ 

Or  firks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  bleiTedbe  his  name  ? 
H.;  takes  but  \v'hat  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  alio  ir  angry  p-idi  3ns  then  ! 

Let  eacii  rebellious  figh 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N    VL 

Be  filent  at  his  fov* reign  will. 
And  ev*ry  murmur  die. 
5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives. 
Its  praifes  fhall  be  fpread  ; 

And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 


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HYMN    VI.    C.  M. 

Triumph  ever  death.  Job  xix.  35 — ay. 

GREAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft  ; 
And  nature  rauft  decay, 
I  yield  in v  body  to  the  duft. 

To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 
Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives. 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes, 
The  mighty  Conq'ror  (hall  appear. 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  theiaftofall  his  foes. 

Lie  vanquiift'd  at  his  feet. 
Tho*  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin. 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  (hall  build  my  bones  again 

He  cJctbes  them  all  afredi  : 
Then  ft  all  I  fee  thy  lovely  face. 

With  flrong  immortal  eyes. 
And  feaft  upon  thine  unknown  grace, 

With  pleafure  and  furprile. 

A4 


8  HYMN      VII.  Bookl. 

HYMN     Vir.    C.    M. 

7  ke  bivitaticn  qf  the  go/pel ;  cr.fpiritualfocd 
and  clothing  J  lia.  U.  i,  &c. 

I   T    ET  ev*ry  mortal  car  attend, 
-2_i     And  eve'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  goipei  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 
a  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  itar\-ing  fouls 
That  feed  upon  the  \/ind,. 
And  vainly  flrivc  with  earthly  toys 
To  iiil  an  empty  n:ind  ; 

3  Eternal  wiuioni  has  prepared 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  1  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirll; 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perilling  and  naked  poor. 

Who  work  with  mighty  P^^in 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own. 

That  will  not  hide  your  fin  ;^ 

7  Comenaked,  and  adurn  your louJs 

In  robes  prepared  by  Codv 
Wrougbtby  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Desr  God!  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafli  ng  mines. 
Deep  as  our  lielplcfs  niiieries  are. 
And  boundlefs  as  our  hns  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpelgracc 


Book  I.  HYMN    VIII.  9 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord  wc  are  eome  to  feek  iupplies,  .  -^^S 

And  drive  our  wants  away.      /     .^;'    jIh 

HYMN    VIII.  C.  M. ' 

^hefafety  and  proteciion  of  the  churchy 
Ifa.xxvi.  I — 6. 

I  TTOW  honourable  is  tlie  p?ace 
XJ.     Where  we  adoring  ftand  ; 
Zion  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 
s  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell  ; 
The  walls  of  ftrong  falvation  made. 
Defy  the  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  theeverlafling  gate?, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter,  ye  sations  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  cf  cur  king. 

4  Here  fnall  you  taile  unminglcd  jcys. 

And  live  in  perfedl  pe?ce  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Trufl  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trull, 

And  banidi  all  your  fears  .* 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  vears. 

6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high. 

His  arm  lh.a!i  bring  them  low  ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave. 
Their  lofty  heads  ihailbow. 

7  On  Babylon-  our  feet  fliall  tread 

In  that  rgoichigliGur  ; 
A  5 


19  H  Y  M  K     IX.  Sook  h 

The  ruins  of  her  walls  dial  1  fp  read 
A  pavemeni  for  the  poor. 

HYMN    IX.    C.  M. 

The  proinifds  of  the  covenant  of  grace^ 

Ifa.'.lv.  I,  a.     Zech.  xiii.   i.    Micah  vii.    19^ 

Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 

1  TN  vain  wc  lavifli  eut  our  lives 
i.  To  gather  empty  wind: 
The  choicell  bleflings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
1  Come  and  the  Lord  fliall  feed  our  fouls 
With  more  fubllantial  meat  ; 
With  fuchas  faints  in  glory  love. 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  lupplv, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  covenant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  cf  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpcttcd  foul?. 

And  wafh  away  our  ftains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  th.u  his  Son 

PourM  from  his  dying  veins. 
J   [Our  guilt  (liall  vanlih  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before; 
Our  fins  fhall  link  beneath  tiie   (ea. 

And  fliould  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  fnould  O'erfpread 

Our  inward  pov/'is  again, 
His  Spirir  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wratl^j 
Shall  be  difToly'd  by  love : 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N     X.  2? 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  av/ay, 

That  would  not  berehn'd. 
And  from  the  treafcies  of  his  grace 
Bellow  a  loiter  mind. 

9  There  ihali  his  facred  vSpirit  dwell. 

And  deep  engrave  his  law; 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  ibuls 
To  fvvif  t  obedience  draw. 
ro  Thus  will  he  pour  falvaiion  down, 
And  we  fhali  render  praife ; 
We  the  dear  people  ot  his  love. 
And  he  cur  God  cfgnicc. 

H  Y  M  N     X,     S.  M. 

The  hlcfled::e/s   of  go/pel  thiies  :  or^  the  ;r:\v'>> 

tion  (?/Chriil  to  j-^ivs  and  Gentiles j 

lia.  V.2,  7 — lo     Matt.  xiii.  i6, 17. 

z         TjrOW  bfaiiteous  are  their  feet 
n  Who  Hand  on  Zicn^s  hill  ! 
Who  bring  falvatJon  on  their  longue?. 
And  words  ok.  peace  reveal ! 
s        How  chirm'ng  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  1 
*'  Zi-in,  behold  thy  Saviour- King.^ 
*'  He  reigns  and  triumuhc  he^ 

3  Kov/  happy  are  our  e^rs 
That  hear  this  joyfal  lo-jnd,. 

"Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  fcr^ 
And  fought,  but  never- found  !  i 

4  How  blelTed  are  our  ev^s 
That  fee  this  heav'nly 'lig'nt  ; 

Prophets  and  kings  delir'd  it  long^ 
But  dy'd  without  the  (jght ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice^ 
^       '  A  6 


jz  HYMN    XI.  Book  I. 

And  tuneful  notes  employ, . 
Jerufalem  breaks  rorth  in  fongs. 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 
0         The  Lord  mHke^  baie  his  arm 
Thro*  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  ev*ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN    XL    L.  M. 

T':e  humble    eniighienedy  and  car7ial  reafon 

humbled '.  or,  thefovsreignty  of  grace. 

Luke  X,  ii,  zi. 

n  '"pHER.E  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoic*!, 
1-    And  fpoke  his  joy  in  word  -  or  praife  ; 
^-  Father,  I  thank  tliee,  mighty  God, 
'*  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 
a  *'  I  think  thy  fo/'rei^n  pow'r  and  love, 
*'  That  crowns  my  doArine  with  fuccefs, 
*'  And  makes  the  babss  in  kno;vIed;.i;e  Jearn 
*'  The  heights,   and  breadths,  and  lengths 
"  of  grace. 

3  "  But  all  this  ^lory  lies  concealed 

*•  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit  ; 

"  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 

'•  And  their  o'.vn  pride  reiifts  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  *tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  v«  ill 
*'  Chofe  and  ordain 'd  it  Hiouii  be  fo  ; 
"  *Tis  thy  delight  to  abafe  the  proud, 
*•'  And  lay  the  hiiughty  f~orner  lovr . 

5  "  There's   none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
*'  But  thofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son; 

*'  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  received, 

**  But  where  the  Father   m:i!:es  hini  known. 

6  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
*'That  deals  his  graces  as  he  plcafc  ; 


Book  I.        HYMN    XII.  Xlii.  i^ 

**  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 
"  Or  of  his  anions,  or  decrees/' 

HYMN    XTI.    C.  M. 

Free  grace  m  revealing  Chriil,  Luke  x.  %t» 


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ESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 
His  Spirit  once  iejoic*d  aloud. 
And  turned  his  joy  to  praife. 
a  *'  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 
"  That  hath  reveai'd  thy  Son 
**  To  men  unlear&ed  ;  and  to  babes 
**  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 
2  "  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace 
-  "  Are  hidden  from  the  v/ife  ; 
"  WhiJe  pride  and  carnal  reasoning  joirt 
"  To  fwell  and  blind  their  eyes/' 
4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  arid  earth 
His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

H  Y  M  N    Xm.    L.  M, 

^he  Son  of  God  incarnate  :  -jr  the  titles  and 
the  kingdom  <7/Chriil,  Ifa.  ix.  a,  6,  7.     . 

X  npHE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
JL      Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  5 
Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  ftude. 
Are  blefs*d  with  beams  divinely  bright, 
;»  The  vi  rgin*s  promised  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th*  expefted  child  appear  1 
What  Ihall  his  names  or  titles  be  \ 
A7 


14  H  Y  r.I  N    XIV.  Bocklj^ 

"The  V/onc?erfiil,  theCQ^Jnceuor I'^ 
(This  iii-ant  is  the  inightv  God,} 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and'  ador'd  ; 
T'  '  eiernal  Fathw,.PiiPi?e  of  Peace,- 
T^^e  *-''.onof  David,  and  his  Lord. 

4  T*'e  p^overnment.  of  earth  and  feai. 
r:,::v.  his  il  dulder  ftafl  be  laid  ; 
Hif  wide  dogiinions  fliall  ir.crep.fe^ 
And  honcms  tohis  nam^  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  hoiy  child,  fliall  fit 
High  on  his  father  Payid's  throne  ;,' 
Shall  crufli  his  foes  ben^catl)  his  feet^ 
And* reign  to agts'  yQt..un'kno\vri. 

■H  Y  M-N  '  X^IT.    L.  M,' 

T/:e  trlumpb  of-jF^Urfi:  or,  Chrill'S,  uh^iiiigrx- 

1  ^\r HQ fl^ii tke .Lot:d*s  ekax<?aikmr»  ? 

W       irisGciithatjulllnestbfAr.^uls;- 
And  merc^Splik^-^TW^hty  itreaio,:...  ,  -  .. 
0*cr  all  their  :fe.diTipdy  rolls. ^  , 

2  Who  (hail  adjudge  tlie  faints  to  hell  ? 
*Tis  Chrift  th?:t  iuffei'dip  tbeit-lkad  ; 
And  rhe  fslvation  tofuinl, 

-     ..Behold  t-im  viringfiarfithe-de^d,! 
*-  lie  lire&  1  he  lives,  .apd  fits  abov^v 

"^  f   r  ever  irtcrccd'ng  there  :  ^ 

V-holhaM  diJride  us  frorei   hislovQi:.!'  |  ^  i 
Or  *'.at  fl-'Oi^h^l  tempt  i!3  to  dcfpiCir  ?    . 

4  S'naB  perfi'ciuiojw',.or(Hftreis, 
raiU'^iC,^  CI  •!rvrct»-d..OT  nRkernefs  : 
Tie  :h;iJ:  hsrl^.^tov*-^.  iK.bears  iis  ti^jJO*.,  .  ;'r 
.^rd  i^>3lr-5&  tu  3*63fc.tl)aiie9rqvihx)^.$'^t©0C 
•    ;t'.  lia^^  ;isinJ-c««i^HP^^.  pow'r, 

'     i  aiLmphs  m  the^^^S  hour: 


Be  Die  T.  il  Y  M  IaT    XY.  15 

Chrift  13  Gcrli^s,  burjoy'/our  hep?  ; 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fach  a  prop. 
6  Not  all  :hat.  nitn  o^  .earrkcan  do. 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  covvers  below, 
Shall  catjfe  his  meicy  to  remove. 
Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrilt  tsur  love. 

H  i"  M  N    XV.     L,  M, 

Oiirc-vcn-c-jeAnefs,  andQhx\^^  our  Jlren^th, 
2  Cor.  xii,7,  9,  10, 

I  T    ET  me  but  hear  Tny  "Saviour  fay, 

i-i  "  Strength  (hali  be  equal  to  thy  day ;'' 

Then  1  rejoice  in  dit^^  diitrefs. 

Leaning  on  all-fufficient  grace, 
a  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrift's  ov/n  pov/'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 

¥/hen  I  am  v/eak,  then  am  Iftrong  ; 

Grace  is  my  ftiield,  and  Chrill;  my  ibng. 

3  I  can  do  ail  things,  or  can  bear 
All  luir'rin.ts,  if  m.y  Lord  be  there  ; 
S\veet  plealhres  m.ingle  with  the  pains, 
V/hile  hishft  hand  my  head  luflains. 

4  Bat  if  the  Lord  be  once  ^vithdrawn. 
And  Y/e  attempt  the  work  alone, 
Y/hen  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  v/euknefs  is.- 

5  So  Sanipfon,  when  his  hair  was  lofl. 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coil ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  i'urprife. 
Made  feeble  iight,  andloilhis  eyes. 

AS 


li  HYMN      XVI.   XVII.     Book. 

H  Y  M  N    XVI      C.  M. 

H of  anna  to  Chrift, 
Matt.  xxi.  9.    Luke  xix.  38,  40^ 

I  TT^SANNA  t-)  the  royal  Son 
Xl.  Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
Bi&  natures  two,  his  perfon  one,  , 
Myflericus  and  divine. 
s  The  root  of  David  hen:,  we  find, 
And  offspring,  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  lime  are  joined 
In  our  Inr;raanuel*s  name. 

3  Bleft'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  i 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th*  hofanna  on  their  tonpues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftonea  ihould  rife  and  break 
Tkeirlilence  into  fongs. 

HYMN    XVIL     C.  M. 

Victory  over  death,     i  Cor.  xv.  ssy  &q, 

1   f~\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith, 
^^   To  cheer  my  dying  hours. 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter,  Death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs. 
a  Joyful  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  fliould  fing, 
**  Where  is  thy  boailed  viTt'ry,  grave  ; 
"  And  wheVe  themonfter's  iling:" 
2  If  fm  be  pardonM,  Tm  fecure  ; 
Death  hatk  no  iHng  befide  ; 
The  law  gives  iin  its  damning  pow'rj 
But  Chrift,  my  irinfomj  dy'd. 


Book  I.       H  Y  M  N    XVIII.    XIX.  3^ 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die 
Thro'  Chrift  our  living  head. 

HYMN     XVIII.     C.  M. 

Bk (fed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord, 
Rev.  xiv.  3. 

I  Tjr  EAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
in       For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names. 
And  foft  their  deeping  bed. 
t  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  bleis'd 
Kow  kind  their  fliimbers  are  ! 
From  fjft'' rings  and  from  (ins  released 
And  freed  from  ev'ryfnaTe. 
3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ilrife 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  / 
The  iaboMrs  of  their  n:ortal  life 
Endiu  a  large  rev/ard. 

H  y  M  N    XIX.    C.  M. 

TheJbfJg  ofSimton  :  or,  death  made  dfftrf.hky 
Lukeii.  s;,  &c. 

I  T    ORD,  at  thy  temple  wc  appear, 
-i-j     As  happy  Simeon  came^ 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  5 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame. 
1  With  whiit  divine  and  valt  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  filled, 
When  fondly  in  his  v/ither'd  arrfljl 
He  claio'd  the  holy  child  1 
A  9 


i8  HYMN    XX.  ^ookl. 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  the  world  (he  cry'd) 

*'  Behold  thy  fevant  die^  ; 
"  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord  ; 
**  And  ciofe  my  peaceful  eyes . 

4  **  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  fliine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
**  Thine  Ifr*el's  glory  and  their  hope, 
*'  To  bieak  their  flavifh  bands." 

5  /^Jelus  !   the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  (hall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chrifl  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heartflrings  break, 

How  fweet  mv  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenels  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory   in  my  foul.^ 

HYMN     XX.     C.  M. 

Spiritual  apparel,  namely  the  robe  of  rtghteouf- 
nefsy  and  garyncnts  of  fahalioji,  Ifa.  ixi.  lo. 

X     A  WAKE,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
Jl\.     Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 
In  God,  the  life  of  all^iyjoys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice, 
a  *Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 
And  made  falvation  mine  ;    . 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makts  his  graces  Ihine. 

3  And  left  the  fliadow  of  a  fpct. 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought 
And  call  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  hcav*nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
Theff  ornaments,  hew  bright  they  fhirfe ! 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N     XXII.  i9 

How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faich,  and  jjve, 

And  hope  and  ev'ry  grace  : 

But  Jelus  fpent  his  Hfe  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteouihefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  ?n  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  three  ! 

In  iv/eetelt  harmony  of  praife 

Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

HYMN     XXI.     C.  M. 

Avlfi.on  oj  the  kingdom  of  Chrift  among  meriy 
Rev.  xxi.  I — 4. 

I  t"    O5  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
J_j    To  our  believing  eyes! 
The  earth  and  feas  are  pals'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies  : 
a  From  the  third  beam,  where  God  refides. 
That  holy  happy  p'ace, 
The  New^Jerufaleni  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  iliining  grace, 

3  AtLending  angels  ihout  for  joy. 

And  "the  bright  armies  fing. 
"  Mortals  behold  the  facred  feat 
*'  OF  your  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  "Removes  his  blefs^d  abode  ; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objefts  of  his  grace," 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  *•  His  ov/n  fofthand  fhall  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears, 
«'  And  death  itfelf  (hall  die" 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 


^         HYMN    XXIV.  XXV.      Book  I. 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fv/ifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time. 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  XXII.  ojid  XXIII.  referred  t* 
Plalni  cxxv. 

HYMN    XXIV.     L.  M. 

Tkericbfinner  dying,  Piiilra  xhx.  c,  9.  Eccl. 
viii.  8«    Job  iii.  14,  15. 

3t,  TN  vain  the  weahhy  mortals  toil, 
X  And  hesp  their  Ihining  duft  in  vain  ; 
Look  down  andfcoin  tlie  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  ot  gain. 

a  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  heaits  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approacting  deaths 
Fiom  glittering  roofs  and  downy  beds 

3  The  lingering,  the  unwilling  foui, 
The  difraal  furnmons  mull  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  ilid  farewell, 
To  the  pale  Iumio  of  iifeiefo  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flaveshave  equal  thrones  ; 
Their  bones  v/iihout  diitinfaon  lie, 
Amongft  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

Ihe  rejl  referred  to  Plaim  xlix. 

H  Y  M  N     XXV.    L.  M. 

Avifion  vf  the  Lamhy  Rev.  v.  6— '9. 


I     A  LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone 
ZX  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  noj  ti 


re  my  ears  \ 


Book  I.  HYMN    XXV.  2r 

Behold  amldil  th'  eternal  throne 
A  vihoR  of  the  Lamb  appears. 
^^  LGlory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 

Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns. 
To  fpeak  his  v/iidom  and  his  pow*r. 

3  Lo  he  receives  a  fealed  book 

From  him  that  lits  upon  the  throne  : 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees  and_  things  unknown.] 

4  All  the  afrembling  faints  ar  jund 
Fall  worfliipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  [[Thejoy,  the  ihout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o*er  the  evcrlafting  hills ; 

**  Worthy  art  thou  alone    ^they  cry^ 

"  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  f:;als."j 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heavenly  ilra in. 
And  with  tra.nfporting  pleafurehng, 

*'  V/orthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  llain, 
*'  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  •" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfsls,  deepdefigns; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  fhall  fulfil 
The  pe?iceful  and  the  dreadful  lines  : 

§  Thou  haft  redeemed  our  fouls  frora,hdi 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  : 
And  wretches  that  did  once  r^bel. 
Are  now  made  fav'rices  of  their  God. 

§  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  fortreafons  not  his  own. 
By  ev'ry  tocgiie  to  be  ador'd, 
Asd  dyveli  upon  his  Father's  throrje  J 


2^-       HYMN    XXVL    XXVII.    Book  I. 

HYMN     XXVI.     C.  M, 

Hope  of  hsaveii  by  ths  refurrecHon   cj  Chrii^, 
I.  Pec.  i.  2,-5' 

1  -QLESStD  be  the  ever  Lifting  God, 
-D     The  Fatxher  ct  cur  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
I-Ls  niajclly  ador'd. 
1  Whenfiom  tlie  dead  herais'd  his  Sen, 
And  calitd  him  to  the  skv, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hops 
That  they  ftiou!d  neveT  die. 

3  What  tho-  our  inbred  ilns  rej?ii\irc 

Cur  lielh  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 

So  all  his  foj lowers  raiif]:. 
^  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Relerv'd  againll  that  day  ; 
*Ti3  nncoirupted,  undelilM, 

And  cannot  fade  away. 
^  Saints  by  the pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

Till  thy  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  fcrangers  here. 

Till  Chrilt  Ihall  call  us  home.  ■ 

■      H  YM  N    XXVir.    CM. 

^^urance  of  heaven  :    or,  a_  faint  prepared  to 
die,  z  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  i8. 

I  [t-xEATH  may  diffolve  my  body  nov/, 
U     And  bear  my  Ipirit  home; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  How, 
Nor  my  iMvation  come  ? 

4  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 


Book  I.         H  y  M  N    XXVIII.  2 

Finifti'd  my  course  and  kept  the  faith. 
And  \vait  the  fure  reward.] 
.3  God  has  kid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  , 
The  righteous  judge  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  ca  ray  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  Eong  or  Grace  decree'd 

This  prize  forme  alone  / 
But  all  that  Jove,  and  long  to  lee 
Th*  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  ilxall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ryill  defign  ; 
And  to  his  h<?avVily  Idngdorn  take 
This  feeble  foul  oi  mtne.    . 

6  God  is  my  everlalling  aid, 

And  hell  fnall  rage  m  vain  ; 

To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 

And  endJeis  praife — Amen. 

H  Y  M  N    XXVIir.     C.  AL 

57'^  triu7nph  of  Chrift  over  the  eriemies  of  hh 
.church,    Ifa.  Ixiii.  I — 3-,  &c. 

I  TTT'HAl^mlii^htyman,  or  mighty  God 
W     Comes  ttavelling  in  itate 
Along  the  Idum.ean  road, 
Away  from  Bo^fali's  gate  ? 
a  Thegiory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
*Tis  fome  vid-orious  king  : 
*<  *Tis  I,  the  juft^th*  Almighty  Cfe^*,^     '   "^ 
"  Thatyourfalya-iOn  bring-.'*''  -' 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire, 

"Why  thffic  aDparel's  red  ;   '  .    ;  '' 
And  all  thy  fefture  i^ain'diifce  thofe      ' 
Who  iri  ? he  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  rayfelf  have  trod  the  prefs. 


4  HYMN     XXIX.         Bookl 

'*  And  cruQi'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
*'  My  wrath  has  ftruckthe  rebels  dead, 

*'  My  fury  flamp'd  them  down. 
"  *Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robe 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftaino  ; 
*'  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 

"  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins. 
»  *'  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 

*'  That  dare  iulult  my  faints  : 
*'  I  have  aa  arm  t*  avenge  their  wrongs. 

An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

HYMN    XXIX.    C.  M. 

Ihefecond parti  or^  the  ruin  of  AntkhriJ}* 
Ifa.  Ixiii.  4,  7. 

c  "  T  Lift  my  banner  (faith  the  Lord 
JL     "  Where  Antichrift  has  ftood ; 
"  The  city  cf  my  gofpel-foes 
«  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
\  "  My  heart  hath  ftudy'djuft  revenge, 
"  And  now  the  day  appears  ; 
"  The  day  of  my  redeemed  is  come, 
*'  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
*'  Swift  as  the  lightening  it  fhall  move, 
*'  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  1  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 

"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
.  **  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
**  To  crulh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughtei   and  my  devouring  fword. 

"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
"  Babel  (hall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
4  Thy  hpnours,  O  vi<5tQrious  king  ! 


Bock  I.  II  Y  M  N    X:iX:.  z 

Thine  own  right  hand  fuali  raife. 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  ling 
And  our  deliv'rer  praiie. 

H  y  M  N    XXX.    L.  M. 

Tracer  for  deliverance  anfnvered^ 
Ifa.  xxvi.  8 — 20- 

1  TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  lore, 
JL  We  wait  the  vilits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name. 
And  the  remembrance  <>f  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching  Lord,  for  thee 
*Mongil  the  black  fnades  of  lonefome  night 
My  eanieil  cries  falute  the  fides 

Before  the  dawn  reflore  the  light, 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  pi'tience  of  my  God  ; 
But  thev  Ihall  fee  thy  lifted  hand. 
And  feel  the  fcourees  of  thv  rod. 

4  Hark  1  the  Etsrnarrcnds  the  iky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  hirn  goes  ; 
A  voice  of  mul^c  to  his  friends, 
But  threatening  thunder  to  Iris  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  ycur  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  mv  grace, 
Till  the  f.srce  ilorms  be  over  blown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceaie. 

6  My  Iword  fhall  boafl  its  thoufands  flain. 
And  drink  the  blood  of  h?!Kihty  kings. 
While  heavenly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  loft  and  fhadv  winf;s. 


a^  H  Y  M  K    XXXII.  Book  I. 

:IY:,1N     XXXI.     referred  to  PUlm  i. 

HYMN     XXXII.    C.  M. 

Strength  from  heaven^  lili.  yl.  27 — 30. 

I  TT7RENCE   do  our   mournful    thoughts 

And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  rcilhfs  (in  and  racking  hell 

S:ruciv  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
i  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 

Tiiat  fcrni'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all- creating  arm 

Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafuies  of  everlaitin^  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conqueit  to  the  v/eak. 
And  trsads  their  foes  to  hzi!. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  (had  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  ccafe  ; 
But  v/e  that  wait  upon  tlie  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  drength  incrcalc. 

5  The  flints  (hall  mount  on  eagles'  win^s, 

And  tafte  tfic  promis'd  blils,  ■ 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  psrtecl  pkafure  is. 

H  Y  U  N  XXXIII.  XXXTV.  XXXV. 
XXXVI.  XXXVII.  XXXVIII.  referred 
to  Pfalm  cxxid.  cxxxiv.  Ixvd.  Ixxiii.  xc- 
and  Ixxxiv. 


I3ookI.    HYMN    XXXIX.    XL.  27 

HYMN  XXXIX.     CM. 

God's  tender  care  oj  bis  chiirck^ 
Ifa,  xlix.  13,  &c. 

I  "VTOW  fliall  my  inward  joys  arife, 
1.N   And  burft  into  a  fong  ; 
Almighty  love  ml'pires  my  heart. 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 
£,  God  on  his  thirfty  Sion  hill 

Some  mercy- drops  has  thrown, 
AndfoJemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  lliow'i  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  corRpiaiats  ? 

Is  he  a  God^  and.fnall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  v/omb,    ■ 
And  *moEg{l  athouland  tender  thoughts, 
Ifer  fuckiing  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  fiiould  nature  change, 

*•  And  mothers  monite.rs  prove, 
*'  Sioii  fall  dwejis  upon  the  heart 
*'  Of  everlafting  love. 
©  "  Deep  on  the  painis  of  both  my  hands 

**  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
.  *•  My  hand  fhaJl  raife  her  ruin'd  walls,     . 
.  "  And  build  her  broken  frame." 

H  Y  M  N    XL.  L.  M. 

7 he  hvjinefs  and  Uejednefs  of  glor'ffied  Saints. 
Rev.  viii.  13,  &c. 

I  "  TXrHAT  happy  m.en  or  angels  thefe, 
V  V       "  That  all  their  robss  are  fpotkfs 
"  white  ? 


58  HYMN    XLI.  Book  I. 

"  Whence  did  this  glorious  tro«p  arrive, 
"   At  the  pure  rccdnis  of  heav'nly  light  ?" 
ft  From  tort'rirg  racks  and  burning  fires, 
And  fep.s  of  their  own  blnodthey  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  their  robes. 
Flowing  from  Chriil  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Nov/  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne. 
With  loufi  hf  iannas  night  and  day  ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three  One^ 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  fnp.l]  hunger  paip  their  fouls  ; 
He  bids  their  parching  thiril  be  gone  ; 
And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  arcund  his  milder  beams; 
There  (hall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love. 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftteams. 

6  Thus  fhall  their  m/ighty  blifs  renew 
Thro*  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years. 
And  thef(^-t  hand  of  fov'reien  grace, 
Htals  all  thoir  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tear^. 

H  Y  M  N     XLI.    C.  M. 

The  fame  ;  or^  the  martyrs  glorined. 
Rev.  vii.   13,  &c. 

I  '•'  T^HESE    glorious    minds,  how"  bright 
X  *'  they  fnine  ! 

"  Whence  all  their  white  array  ! 
"  How  came  they  to  the  happv  ieats 
*'  Of  everlafiing  day  ?" 
a  From  tort'rirg  pains  to  endlefs  joys 
On  fi'ry  wheels  they  rode, 
And  llrangely  wafli'd  their  raiment  whlLe 
In  Jefu's  dying  blood. 


Sock  i.  H  y  M  N    XLII.  ^9 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
Their  v/arbhng  harps  andiicred  icngs 
Adore  the  Hcly  One. 

4  The  iinveii'd  glories  of  his  face 

Aniongll  hi3  faints  rehde, 
V/lu!e  the  rich  treahtre  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirit  fhail  leave  their  fouls. 

And  hunger  ilee  as  fail ; 
The  fruit  of  hfe's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweetrepaft. 

6  The  lamb  fhali  leadhisheay'nlyfiock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fnall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

]      HYMN    XLII.     C.  M. 

Diving  ijjrath  and  inercy^  Nahum  i.  2.  &c, 

1     A  DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
±\-  Is  a  *  confjming  fire  : 
His  jealous  eyes  his  v;rath  inflame. 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 
%  Almighty  vengeance  !  hov\'  ii  burns  ! 
How  bright  his  iury  J7I0V/3  i 
Vafc  magazines  of  plagues  and  florms. 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
Eut  kindled,  O  how  iierce  they  bhz.e  ! 
And  rend  all  natuie*s  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  ilee, 

And  le»k  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  haile  av/ay^ 
And  ihriiiks  up  ev'ry  wave. 
*'  liebv  xii,  39. 


3«  H  Y  M  N    XLV.  BookT. 

5  Thro'  the  wild  2.\r  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  iiail  ftones  hurled  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 

Thar  fnakes  tlie  iolid  world  ? 
4  Ye!:  mighty  God  !  thy  for'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refu=:e  of  thy  chofen  race, 

When  wrath  comes  ruJhing  down. 
7  Thy  hand  ih::ll  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiery  tempefl  pour, 
While  web.-nearh  thy  fntlt'ring  wings 

Thy  j all  revenge  adore. 

HYMN  XLIII.  re/erred  to  Pfalm  c. 
HYMN    XLIV.  /-:/^rr^i/<?Pfdlm  cxxxiii. 

HYMN    XLV.    C.  M. 
The  laji  JudgNient,  Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8. 

I   QEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
O   Fills  ani'jefhic  thione, 
While  from  tr,eil<:ies  his  awful  voice 
BfT!  s  the  lail  judijment  down, 
a  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
"  Thro*  cndlcfs  years  the  fame  ; 
"  I  AM  is  my  memorial  fcill, 
"  Aod  my  eternal  name. 
3  "  Such  favors  as  a  God  can  give, 
*'  My  royal  grace  beftows ; 
"  Ye  thirfly  fouls,  come tafle  the  flream§ 

"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 
**  [  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
**  The  whole  creation  lliall  reward 
*'  The  conqueits  he  has  won. 
5  But  blood  V  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 
"  Aod  all  the  lying  race, 


Book  I.        HYMN    XL  VIII.  2 

♦*  The  faithlers  rtrid  tbe  fcoffingcre-vV  ; 

"  That;  fpurr,  2t  ofter'd  grace  ; 
6  They  fiiail  be  takci  from  my  light, 
"^  Bound  hCi  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  inrc  the  inke 
"  Where  fiie  and  clarknclj  rei^n:;." 
-7   O  may  I  fland  btfcic  :;:c  ];ir::b. 
When  earth  ar.diects  ;;re  iltd  ! 
And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  ^nv  name 
With  bielhngs  en  my  head  ! 

3  May  lAiith  thole  for  ever  dwell 

Who  here  were  my  delight. 
While  itnners  baniili-d  do'.vn  to  hell 
No  more  offend  my  fi^ht. 

HYMN  XL VI.  XLVIL  rs-Jerred  U?{k\m 
cxiviii.  and  Pfaim  iii. 

H  Y  M  N    XLVIIL    L.  M. 

The  Chrijlian  race,  lia.  Ix.  28^^-31. 

5     A  "VVAKE  (?iir  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
JLi  Letev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

t  True,  *tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  ilrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  The  mighty  God,  v/hcfe  matchlefs  pow'r 
Is  ever  new,  ^.wdi  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fprjng. 
Our  fouls  ftiall  drink  a  freih  fapply. 
While  fuch  as  truil  their  native  ftrerrgt a 


51  H  Y  IvI  N     XLIX.  C.  Ji.     BoDkl. 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  an  idle. 
5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  alott  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  vings  of  love  our  louis  ihiU  Hy, 
Nor  tire  aniidil  the  heav'niy  road. 

li  Y  M  N     XLIX.  C.  ^.1. 

1  he  ^JL^orks  c/Mofes  and  ths  Lamb. 
Rev.  XV.  3. 

X  TTOvV  ilrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ? 
±\.  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name! 
Jcfus,  how  Aveet  thy  graces  are  I 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lan)b  ! 
•X  He  has  done  more  than  Moies  did, 
Our  Prophet  and  our  King  : 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls. 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fin g. 

3  in  the  Red-Sea  by  Mofes'  hand 

Th<  Egyptian  hoft  was  drownM  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  oar  iiiis. 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  thro'  the  defert  Ifrael  went. 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  lleili, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promised  land. 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ? 
But  Chrift  (liali  bring  his  folio w'lS  hom^ 
To  fee  his  Father's  hc^z. 

6  Then  Vv^ill  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  vv-ar.ner  fir/.n  j; 
And  Aveeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
OfMofesaadiheLp.mb. 


Beck  I.  H  y  M  N    I.  ij 

H  Y  M  N    L.   C.  M. 

Tkefcng  of  7.zzh^x\?iZ,  ar.dihs  mejfage  ^/'John 
the  Baptifi  :  or^  light  and  fahatlon  by 
Jefus   Chrill,  Luke  i.   68.  &c.    John  i.  29* 

I  ISJOW  be  the  God  of  Ifr*el  bkfs'c, 
JLN    who  makes  his  truth  appear  i 
His  mighty  hand  fulfills  his  word. 
And  aD  the  caths  he  fwear, 
a  New  he  bedews  old  David's  root 
With  blefiings  from  the  Uties  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  prcmis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face ; , 
The  herald  which  cur  Saficur  Gcd 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  Salvation  known. 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon 'd  fins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  keav'aly  lovey 
In  its  own  glory  fhines. 

5  "  Beheld  the  Lamb  of  Gcd  (he  cries) 

*'  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
"  I  faw  the  fpirit  o'er  his  head 
*'  On  his  baptizing  dr.v.'J! 
i  '*  Ee  ev-ry  vale  exalted  high, 
"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
**  T're  proud  rnuft  ibcop,  and  humble  fouls 
'''■   Sba  1  his  fahation  know. 
7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifr'el's  land 
*'  St  al- join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
<'  And  p1!  that's  born  of  man  Ihali  fes 
••  The  glory  of  the  Lord.     . 
I  "  Behoid  the  Mornipg-itarariff, 
**  Ye  th;::  in  daiknefs  lit  5 


U  H  Y  M  N    LX.  Book  I, 


it 


He  maik:5  tl'.e  path  that  leads  to  Dcace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN    LI.     S.  M. 

Perfdverhg  gmce^  Jude  24,  25. 

J  T^O  God  the  only  wife, 

-L      Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  lldcs. 
Their  humble  praifes  bring, 
a       *Ti5  his  almiglity  love, 
His  council  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fafe  from  lin  and  death. 
And  ev*ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prei'ent  our  fouls 
Unbleuiilh'd  and  complete. 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
V/ith  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  blefs  the  conduft  of  his  grace, 
And  m?.k.e  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs. 

Immortal  crowns  of  niP jelly, 
.And  everlailingfongs. 

HYMN    LH,  X.  M. 

Baptlfm,  Matt.  .  xxviii.  19.     Acls  ii.  3&. 

I  ^T^WAS  the  corrmiflion  of  our  Lord, 
X     **  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize.'* 
The  rations  have  received  the  "Word 
Since  heafccnded  to  the  skies. 


Book  1.  HYMN    I  HI  35 

a  He  fits  upon  th*  eternal  hills 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands. 
And  fends  his  cov*nant  wiih  the  feals. 
To  blefs  the  diftant  Britifli  lands. 

^    *' Repent  andbe  baptiz'd  (hefaiih) 
"  For  the  remiflion  of  your  fins  ;" 
And  thus  our  fenfe  afSlls  our  faith, 
Andfhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
Aiad  feal  our  cov*n-int  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav*n  our  folemn  vows  recordl 

HYMN     LHI.     L.  M. 

Tiff  holy  fcriptures^   Heb    i.  ^  Tim.   iii.    15, 
16.    Pfalm  cxlvii.  19,  ao. 

I  f^  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 

VJf  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old. 

Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace. 

To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days, 
a  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 

That  book  of  hfe,  that  lure  record ; 

The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  by  .the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n* 
Z  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs*d, 

Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs*d  ; 

The  dodlrines  are  divinely  true, 

Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 
4  Ye  Britifli  ifles,  who  read  his  love 

In  long  epiftles  from  above 


36  HYMN    LIV.    LV.         Bookl. 

(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land. )    Prail'e  ye  the  Lord. 

H  T  M  N    LIV.    L.  M. 

Eleding  grace :  cr,  faints  beloved  in  Chri^ 
£ph,  i.  3,  &c. 

I    TESUS,  weblefsthy  Father's  nams ;      : 
J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  feme  ; 
What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  tlifeirie, 
Flow  down  to  finners  thro'  his  ion  \ 

z  «  Chrift  be  my  firft  ele6l,"  he  faid  ;     •     , 
Then  chole  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  heftd  ; 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth. 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  eart!). 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decree-J, 
*'  Blamelefs  in.  love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by    degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ? 

A  new  regenerated  race 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift  our  Lord  we  fhare  our  part 
Jn  the  afFe(5tion3  of  his  heart : 

Nor  l^all  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd. 
Till  he  forgets  his  firft-belov*d. 

H  Y  M  N    LV.     C.  M. 

Hezekiah*s./^«^  :  or  Jicb:efs  and  rectver;;j 
Ifa.  xxxviii,  9,  &c. 

iTTTHEN  xat  are  rais'd  frona  deep  diftrefs^ 
W      Our  God  defeives  a  fong ; 


Booki.  H  Y  M  K    LYh  37 

We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 

From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
■2,  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open*d  wide  in  vain. 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  faft  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flelli  are  wont  t'  abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavifh  fears  ; 
"  Gur  days  are  paft,  and  we  ftiaJl  lofe 
**  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chattter  with  a  fwallow's  voice. 

Or  hke  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
Afflided  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word. 

And  no  dileafe  withftands  ; 
Fever  rand  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  ihould  break  j 

He  can  our  frame  reftore  : 
He  eafls  our  (ins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  iio  more. 

HYMN    LVI.    C*  M. 

T'hefong  of  Moies  and  the  Lavib  :  or.  Baby- 
\oi\  falling  ;  Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19.  and  xvii.  6.. 

»  ^TTE  ling  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
VV      We  found  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
The  Chriflian  Church  unites  the  fongs 

Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 
Great  God,  hew  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  king  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 
How  juii  and  true  thy  ways  J 
B 


38  HYMN    LVn.  Book  I 

3  Whodare3  refufe  to  fc?.r  thy  name, 

Or  worfiiip  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  hoHncfs, 
Thro'  ?.ll  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth. 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs,  blood, 
Iler  crimes  {hall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd. 

And  {ht  mult  drink  the  dregs  ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  judge, 
And  fiiall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

HYMN    LYll.     C.  M. 

Orighmlfin:  cr,   the  firjl  and  fccond  Adam, 
Rom.  V.  12,  &c.  Pialm  li.  5.  Job  xiv.  4. 

1  T>ACKWARD  with  humble  fliame  we  look 
Jo     On  our  original  ; 
How  is  our  nature  dafa'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall  r 
0.  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind. 
But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
Wliat  dreadful  darknels  veils  our  ruind  1 
How  obftinate  our  will  ! 

3  [Conceiv'd  in  (in  (o  wretched  frate  !) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
The  firll  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  llrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  minglinj;  with  the  crooked  ilood, 
Wanders  thro*  all  our  veins  !] 

5  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
licv.  can  V  c  hope  fcr  living  [\\\v 


Bcok  I.  M  Y  M  N    LlX.  ^9 

From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  ? 

6  What  mortal  powV  rrom  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  ftreani 
From  an  infefted  ipring.J 

7  Yet.  mighty  God  !  thy  wcnd'rous  lore 

Can  make  oar  nature  clean, 
While  Chrift,  and  grace  prevail  above 

The  tempter,  death,  and  fin. 
S  The  lecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 

The  ruins  of  the  fiift : 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  pov/'r 

That  new  creates  our  dull  I 

HYMN    LVm.  L.  M. 

The  Dcuil  va?2quijned:  or,  Michael's  ot-^r  -cvitk 
the  drogcn,  Rev.  xii.  7. 

I  T   ET  n:'ortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 
-L'  The  wars  nt  heav'n,  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  general  of  the  Eternal  king. 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

s  i^igainfl  tliedrtigonand  his  holt, 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  : 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boad, 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  tail. 

^^  Down  to  tItc  earth  was  Satan  throv/n  ; 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  tell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  trium.ph  blown,. 
And  Tnook  the  dread fiij  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Nov/  is  the  hour  ot  darknefs  paH, 

Chrift  hath  aillim'd  his  reigning  pcw^r  : 

Behold  the  great  accuier  call 

Down  from  the  skies  to  rile  no  more. 

^  *Tv>'aS  bv  thv  blood,  immortal  larab  I 
'     /     B2 


40  n  Y  M  N    LIX      L  X.        Book  I. 

Thine  armies  trod  the  tenipter  down  ; 
*Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name. 
They  gained  the  battle  and  renown. 
6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  every  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fliy-; 
Saints,  while  ye  ling  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  deliverer's  name  on  high. 

HYMN    LIX.    L.  M. 

Bdhyloufal/en,  Rev.  xviii.  ao,  ai. 

I  tN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
1  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 
**  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 
"  God  (hall  arenge  your  long   complaints.'* 

z  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  Hood, 
He  funk  the  mill-Hone  in  the  iiood. 
"  Thus  terribly  ihall  Babel  fall, 
"  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  tVfc  all." 

HYMN     LX.    L.  M. 

^ke  Virgin  Mary*sy5/^.-   or^    the  provi'if^S 
MeJ/iah  horn,  Luke  i.46,  &c. 

1  /^UR  fouls  (lull  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
yj  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  ; 
While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  long. 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice  ! 

2  [The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eftate. 
And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done ; 
His  overfliadowing  pow*r  ap.d  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev*ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd. 
And  endiefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 
^ut  Go4  aloae  muft  be  ador*d  ; 


Sookl.  HYMN    LXI.  4j 

Holy  and  reveremi  is  his  name.] 

4  To  tboie  that  tear  and  truil  the  Lord, 
His  njercy  Hands  for  ever  lure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promise  lives. 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed; 

"  In  thee  fhall  all  the  earth  be  blefs*d  ,•" 
Ti^  raem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaflt. 

6  But  now  HO  more  fhall  Ifr'el  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes, 
Behold  the  promis'dfeedis  born  ! 

HYMN    LXL    L  M. 

phrift  our  High  Priefi  and  King,  and  Chrift 
coming  to  judgment,  Rev.  i.  5—- 7. 

I  "Vr  OW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  kiio^ 
-IN    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love. 
Be  humble  honours  paid  below. 
And  flrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

%  *Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouieft  fins. 
And  wafh'd  us  in  his  richefl  blood  ; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings. 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jef'us  pur  atoning  prieft. 
To  Jefus  our  fuperiour  King, 
Be  everlafling  power  confefs'd, 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  fliall  fee  him  move  ; 
Tho*  v/ith  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once  ; 
Then  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbeHeving  worlid  fhall  wail, 
Whi^e  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 

333 


41  H  Y  M  N    LXII.  Baokl. 

Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  Jet  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

H  Y  IM  N    LXII.    C.  M. 

•hrifl  Jefus  tie  Lairih  of  God,  loorOjippeJ  ly 
alltke  crentioUy  Rev.  v.  ii — 13. 

1  r^  OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
V><  With  anq<;ls  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  ihouiand  thouf.md  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  (they  cry^ 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  (our  lips  reply) 
"  For  he  was  flain  for  us." 

3  Jelas  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  powr  divine  ; 
And  bleflings  more  t!ian  we  can  givQ, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  Iky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  hft  thy  glories  high. 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adoie  the  La.nb. 

H  Y  ^^  N    LXIIL.    L.  M. 

Chrift's  Humtiiation  and c-xaltation,Vit\.  v.  ij» 

I  T TTHAT  equal  honours  (hall  we  bring 
VV      To  thee,   O    Lord,   eur  God,    the 

Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  ling 


I 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N    LXIV.  43 

Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 
■2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  ilain, 
The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and  dy*d, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  Hve,  and  reign 
At  his  Ahnighty  father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar  ; 
V7ifdcm  bdoags  to  Jefas  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yec  he  fuf^ain'd  amazing  lofs  ; 
To  hini  afcribe  eternal  might. 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

r  Honour  immortal  muft  be  paid, 

Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 

While  glory  fnines  around  his  head. 

And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
6  Bleifings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  of  wretched  m.ea  ; 

Let  angels  found  his  lacred  name. 

And  e?'ry  creature  fay.  Amen. 

H  Y  M  J>7    LXIV.    S.  M. 

jldoptiQ?:i  I  John  iii.  i,  &c.  Gal.  iv.  6. 

I  "OEHOLD  wh^t  wond*^rous  grace 
-D  The  Father  has  bellow 'd 
On  fmners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  ihem  Sons  of  God  ! 
a        *Tis  no  farpriling  thing, 

That  we  fliould  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewifli  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlaflingSon  : 
3         Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

Kow  great  we  mull  be  made, 
B4 


44  HYMN    LXV.  Book  I 

But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  fhall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  (inj 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  fhare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  he 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  throne  : 
My  faith  fhall  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
And  thou  the  kindred  own, 

HYMN    LXV.    L.  M. 

7/;<?  kingdoms  of  the  nuorld  become  the  kingdoms 

of  the  Lord  :  «r,  thedayofjudginsnty 

Rev.  xi.  15. 

i  T   ET  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high, 
-Li  Let  fliouts  be  heard  through  all  the  ficy  ; 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  afTume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  ar  to  come  ; 
Jefus  the  Lamb  who  once  was  flain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign. 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar. 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muil  the  rihng  dead  appear; 
Now  the  decilive  fentence  hear  j 
Now  the  dear  marry  rs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 


Book  I.  HYMN    LXVI.  45 

HYMN    LXVI.     C.  M. 
Chrift  the  King  at  his   table.  Cant.  i.  a — 5 ,    • :  j 

I  T   ET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
-Li  My  int'reft  in  his  heavenly  love  : 
The  voice  that  tells  me  *•  Thou  art  mine," 
Exceeds  the  bleffings  of  the  vine. 

i  On  thee  th*  anointing  Spirit  came. 
And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  ]^\:ji%y  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
My  foul  (hall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  fV/onder  andpleafure  tuae  our  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
Oar  .memory  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine."] 

5  Tho'  in  ourielves  deform'd  we  are. 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear  ; 
Yet  v/henv/e  put  thv  beauties  on. 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

[6  While  at  the  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fmg : 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume. 
And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room 

7  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chriil  to  me; 
And  Vv^hile  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft 
My  bofom,  Lord,  Ihali  be  thy  reft. 

3  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  iir^ 
Caa  with  thy  courts  on  earth  con:ipire, 


46  HYMN    LXVII.  Book  I. 

And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

HYMN    LXVII.  L.  M. 

Seeking  thepajiures  o/Chriil  the  Shepherd, 
Cant.  i.  7. 

r  T^HOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
X    Ml  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love. 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  knov. 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pallure  grow  ? 

a  Where  is  the  (hadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  fan  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  fliould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love.  •    • 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  : 

A  wond*rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares,    [tears. 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,^ and  groans,  and 

5  His  deareft  flefli  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richell  blood : 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come. 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home.] 

HYMN    LXVIII..    L.  M. 

%he  banquet  of  L'.ve,  Cant.  ii.  1—- 4, 6^  /. 

I  "DEHOLD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here, 

■    J3  The  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear  i 

Behold  the  Tree  of  Life,  that  gives 

Refrelhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves-. 


BookL        HYMN    LXIX.  .       47 

a  Amongftthe  thorns  fo  lilies  fhine, 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  '^ 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  fhade  I  lat. 

To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heavenly  fruit  he  fpreads  afeaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes  and  pleale  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  ftands  the  banquet  of  his  grace  ; 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o*er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine. 
He  cheers  this  linking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op*ning  his  own  heart  to  m.e, 

He  fhews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.^ 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
I  charg?  my  fms  not  once  to  move. 
Nor  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

HYMN    XXIX.    C.  M. 

Chrift  appearing  to  his  church,  andfeeking  h&t' 
company i  Cant.  ii.  8 — 13. 

I  "T^HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 
jL    Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 

0*er  hills  of  guiltj  and  feas  of  grief,  ^ 

He  leaps,  he  fiies  to  my  relief, 
a  Now,  thro*  the  veil  offleih  I  fee 

With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ; 

Now  in  the  gcrfpel's  clearefl  glafs 

He  fhews  the  beauties  of  his  face.  1 
3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 

Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tosgue  ; 
B  6 


^8  H  Y  M  N    LXX.  Book  L 

"  Rife  (iaith  my  Lord)  make  hafte  away ; 
"  No  mortal  jo vs  are  worth  thy  Hay. 

4  "  The  Jewifh  wint'ry  ftate  is  gone, 

"  The  mills  are  fled,  the  Ipring  coaieson  ; 
"  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
*'  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th*  immortal  vine  of  heav'niy  root, 

*•  BiolTjms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit." 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tails  the  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 
4  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 

'*  Rife  up  my  love,  make  hatle  away  l" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind. 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind 
HYMN    LXX.    L.  M. 

^^r'l^  int)ii hi g,  and  the  church  anf<iuer'uig  the 
invitation.  Cant.  ii.  i    ,  i6,  17. 

I   [TTARK!  the  Redeeit   .  from  on  high 
-LJ.  Sweetly  invites  his  fav*  rites  nigh  ; 

From  caves  of  darknefs  andof  doubt. 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out  : 
i  **  Mv  dove,  who  hi  dell  in  the  rock, 
"  Thine  heart  almofl  with  for  row  broke, 
**  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
*'  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweei; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  countenance  meet ; 
"  Tho'  the  vain  world  thy  face  ddpife, 
"  *Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fhail  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer,  and  of  praife.^ 

5  [I  am  my  love's,  and  he  is  mhie  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paflions  joia  1 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word. 

Nor  thought  ariie,  to  grieve  my  Lord- 


BGokli  HYMN    LXXI.  4^ 

5  My  loul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies'  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  whiter 
Wafli'd  in  his  blcod^  is  his  dehght. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee. 
Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  1  fee. 
Thine  eyes  tb  me-ward  often  tiirn. 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green,  \ 
Leap  o*er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fm  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,  divide 
JVlyLove,  my  Saviour^  frona  my  fide.J 

H  Y  M  N.    LXXI.    L.  M. 

Chrilt  fczend  in  the  Jireet,  and  brought  U  the 
churchy  Cant.  iii.  i — 5. 

i  ^FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night ; 

V_y  Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul*s  delight  ; 

With  warm  delire  and  reftlelg  thought, 

I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 
%  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  flreet. 

Till  i  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet ; 

I  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  fours  delight  ?^' 

3  Sometimes  1  find  him  in  my  w^y, 
Direded  by  a  heavenly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face. 
And  hold  him  fafl  in  my  embrace^ 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  : 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Sion*s  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  firfl  drew  the  vital  air. 

^  He  gives  rae  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Piere*d for  !Tiy  iake  \mh  deadly  frasu^? 


jD  [HYMN    LXXII.  Book!. 

I  give  ihy  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  token  fhaie.J 
6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  myjovs  ; 
Nor^n  nor  hell  corae  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

HYMN    LXXII.    L.    M. 

Ihe  coronation  d?/Chrift,  and  efpoufals  sfthe 
'    churchy  Cant.  iji.  ii. 

I  "pVAUGHTERS  of  S.ion,  come,  behold 
X>/  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

a  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King ! 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well  defervM  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

5  Let  ev'ry  a6t  of  wor/hip  be 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firfl  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  I 
Our  hearts  would  wifli  it  long  to  flay  ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  knk,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys  j 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  iing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

^  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 
The  King  of  Grace  fliall  .fill  th^  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  g4^ies^on.« 


I    Book  I.         HYMN    LXXIII.  5 

H  Y  M  N    LXXi<lI.    L.  M. 

The  churches  h'eauiy  in  the  eya  of  Chriit, 
Cant,  i\r.  i,  10, 11,  7>  9,  8. 

I   "IT'  IND  is  the  Speech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
jSl  Affedion  founds  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
"  Lo  thou  art  fair,  my  love  !  (he  cries^ 
*'  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

a  [Sweet  are  thy  hps,  thy  pleaiing  voice 
*'  Salutes  mine  eap  with  fecret  joys  ; 
"  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
"  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafte  fo  well.} 

3  "  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me ; 
"  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee'*. 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs^ 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are. 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heavenly  drefs, 
His  grac^-s  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  *'  My  (iller,  and  my  fpoufe  (he  crles^^ 
**  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 

"  Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains     , 
"  In  llirong  delight  and  pleafing  chains.** 

(>  He  calls  me  fronithe  leopard's  dec. 
From  this  wide  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
To  Sion,  where  his  glories  are  ; 
Not  Lebanon  is  half  io  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  or  prey,  nor  fiow'ry  plaias, 
Nar  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  C brill  invites  my  foul  away. 


S%  HYMN    LXXIV.         Book  J. 

HYMN    LXXIV.    L.   M. 

''The  church  the  gardeji  cf  Q\^x\^;Q,'iXiX./vf.  \i^ 
14,  15,  and  yer.  i. 

■/"E  are  a  garden  wali'd  around, 

Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A'aicticfpot  eoclos'd  by  grace, 
Ou:  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs, 
2.  like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  Hand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sionnow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine  !  defcend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  bejft  fpices  flow  abroad. 
To  entertain  our  Saviour-  God, 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here.    / 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  taftt 
His  pleafant fruits  at  hisov.n  feafl  : 

**  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  cries. 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Well-pl&as'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes  ; 
And  calls  us  to  a  feall  divine, 

Sweeter  than  honey,  milk,  or  wine. 

"7  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  The  bieffings  that  my  father  fends  / 
**  Your  tafle  fliall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
*'  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 

8  Jefus  we    will  frequent  thy  board. 
And  ling  the  bounties  ot  our  Lord  ; 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  njore  praife  than  tongues  can  give.  J 


Book  I.        HYMN    LXXV.  SZ 

HYMN    LXXV.    L.  M. 

T/^e  defcription  (?/ChrIft  the  Beloved,  Cant,  v, 
9 — 12,  14 — 16. 

I  nPHE  wondering  world  inquires  to  know 
X    Why  I  Ihould  love  ray  Jefus  fo  ; 
*'  What  are  his  charms  (fay  they)  above 
"  The  objedls  of  a  mortal  love  I'' 
a  Yes,  my  Bekved,  to  my  light 
Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
,  In  my  Beloved  meet  and  fhine. 

3  White  IS  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free ; 
Red,  with  the  blood  he  flied  for  me  ; 
The  frireft  often  thoufand  fairs  ; 

A  fun  araongil:  ten  thoufand  Itars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excsls  ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfedtion  dwells  ; 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  . 
His  facred  lide  no  morefhall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.J 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands  that  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Tiio'  once  he  bov/'d  his  feeble  knees. 
Loaded  with  hns  and  agonies  ; 

Now  on  the  the  thrbne  of  his  command 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  Hand. ) 

8  His  eyes  are  majefiy  and  love. 
The  sagle  temoer'd  with  the  dove; 


54  HYMN    LXXVI.        Book  L 

No  morefhall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Thro*    thofe  dear  windows  of  hisToul.,^ 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints. 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  laints  j 
His  countenance  more  gracefuf'is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord  ; 
Muft  be  belov'd  and  yet  adoi'd  .• 
His  wortl)  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too  I 

H  Y  M  N     LXXVL   L.  M. 

Chrift  diuells   hi  heavhi  but    vlfits    on  earthy 
Cant,  vi.' I— -3,  la. 

I  TTTHEN  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 
VV     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell , 
Where  is  he  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  niay  (eek  and  lore  him  too. 

1  My  bell  beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hiJls  of  light  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  defcends  and  Ihtws  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  la  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand. 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  buds. 
Where  lilies  Ihew  their  fpotiefs  heads. 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  watmeft  leve  ; 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  : 
I  have  a  ranfom  in  his  heart. 

Nor  death,  nor  hell,!}!  all  make  us  part- 

5  He   takes  my  foul  e*er  I'm  aware. 
And  ihews  me  where  his  glories  arc  ; 
No  chariots  of  Anmiinadib 
Theheav'nly  rapture  can  dcfcribe: 
O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N    LXXVii.  sS 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fides, 
Till  death  Ihail  iiKike  my  laft  remove 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 

HYMN    LXXVII.    L.   M. 

'7h  lo-je  (?/Chri^4^  the  church  in  his  laJiguagi 
to  her,  and  provifions  jor  her, 
Ganticies  vii.j,  6,  9,  la,  13. 

J  "VrOW  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace 
JLN  Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
"  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  light ! 
*'  My  love  I  how  pleafant  for  delight  !'* 

7,  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov*reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  m  ev*ry  word  I 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  llfeam  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wioe. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Oi  faints  that  were  aimoil  afleep. 
To  Ipeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  cur  cold  affeciions  fiame. 

4  Thele  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know. 
In  fields  and  villages  below. 

Gives  us  a  rehdi  of  his  love, 
But  keeps  his  nobieft  feaft  above, 

5  In  Paradife  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ilore, 
Wh^e  we  fliall  itcd^  but  diiril  no  aiore» 


56  HYMN    LXXVIII.  Book  L 

HYMN    LXXVIII.    L.M. 

Thejlrength  o/Chrift^/  kve,  andthefouVsjaim^ 

loufy  of  her  onvn. 

Cant,  viii   5—7,  13,  14. 

1  "fTTHO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

VV    That  travels  from  the  wildernefs. 
And  preflM  with  forrows  and  with  fins. 
On  her  beloved  Lord  Ihe  leans  ! 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  requeft  and  her  complaint. 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  fts.nd 

**  Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  ;    ' 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

*'  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown; 
*'  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
*'  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  *' Bat  I  am  jealous  of  my   heart, 

"  Left  it  (hould  once  from  thee  depart ; 
*'  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
"  As  a  fair  ii(2;net  on  my  breaft. 

6  "  Till  thcu  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
*'  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come  ; 
*'  rhycount'nance  let  me  often  fee, 

*'  And  often  thou  fnalt  hear  from  m^ 

7  '*  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 
*'  Cut  lliort  the  hours  of  thy  delay, 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 

**  Over  tl^  hills  where  fpices  grow.'* 


Bock  1.        H  Y  M  N    LXXIX.  s7 

HYMN    LXXIX,    L.  M, 

^-^  morning  hyffiny 

.P£i!m  xix.  5,  8.  and  Ixxili.  24?  25, 

1  /^  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice  . 
\J  The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafle  to  rife. 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  thro*  the  skies; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eafc 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  andfhines  2 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
Th*  appointed  duties  of  the  dav. 
With  ready  mind  and  a6live  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav*nly  way. 

4  But  I  fhall  rove  and  lofe  the  race. 
If  God,  ray  fun,  fhould  dilappear. 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze^, 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  liar." 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threat*nings  juft,  thy  promife  fure. 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  limple  wife, 
^  Give  me  ihy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
Aiid  then  receive  n:e  to  thy  blifs  ; 
All  my  deiires  and  hopes  beiide 
/-re  faint  and  cold  compared  v/ith  this. 


I  H  Y  M  N    LXXX.         Book!. 

HYMN    LXXX.    L.  M. 

An  evening  hymn, 
Pfalmiv.  8,  aod  iii.   5,  6.  and  cxllii.  g. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  pow*r  prolongs  my  day?, 
And  ev*ry  ev'ning  fhall  make  known 
Some  frem  memorial  of  his  grace. 
Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte. 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  pall, 
He  gives  me  flrength  for  days  to  come. 
I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep  ; 
Peace  is  tiie  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchfol  ftations  round  my  bed. 
In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thouiand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God  In  lafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath, the  fhadow  of  hi«  wings. 
Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne*er  depart  i 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  heat 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 
Thus  when  the  hour  of  death  lliali  come  : 
Mv  fleih  fliall  refl  beneath  the  ground, 
And  v/ait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 
"With  fweet  falvarion  in  the  found, 


Book  I.         HYMN    LXXXI.  59 

HYMN    LXXXI.    L.  M. 

Afongfor  morning  or  eve?iing. 

Lam.  iii.  23.  Ifa*  xlv.  7. 

J  TV  TY  God,  how  endlefs  Is  thy  love  ! 
jyi  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  rew^ 
And  morning   mercies  from  above 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

a  Thou  fpreadeft  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  ward  reftores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

5  I  yield  my  pow*rs  to  thy  command  ; 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days; 
Perpetual  blellings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

HYMN    LXXXn.     L.  M. 

God  far   above  creatures :   or,  man  vain  and 
fnortaly  Job.  iv.  17 — %i, 

1  Q HALL  the  vile  race  of  fiefh  and  blood 
O  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  tfirone  5 
There  natures,  when  compared  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife, 

3  But  ho  .V  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpring  from  dufl  and  dwell  in  claty  ? 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
~W%  faint  and  perifh  like  the  motk. 


6o  H  Y  M  >r    LXXXI.         Book  I; 

4  rrom  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  In  thy  light 
Bury'd  in  dull  whole  nations  iie 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almghty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  : 
How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou  f 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN    LXXXIII.    L.  M. 

ylffii^ions  and  death  under  Providence, 
Job.  V.  6—8. 

t  "VfOT  frorii  the  duft  affli<a:ion  grows, 
jLN      Nor  troubles  rile  by  chance  : 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  : 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 
a  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals,, 
boAndftill  are  upwards  borne: 
grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls,     - 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn, 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe. 

And  trull  his  promised  grace  : 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Ot  love  and  righteoufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 

Shall  fpoll  my  future  peace  : 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  moi;? 
Than  what  ray  Father  pleaff. 


n 


Book  I.  K  Y  M  N    LXXXIV.  LXXXV.  6i 

HYMN     LXXXIV.    L.  M. 

Salvation^  rightsoufnefs  and  Jirengtb  in  Chrill^ 
Ifa.  xlv.  21- — 25. 

J    JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear, 
J  Let  ail  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names  ; 

s  "  1  am  the  Lall,  and  1  the  Firft, 
**  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  Juil  ; 
"  There's  none  belide  pretends  to  iliew 
**  Such  juflice  and  falvation  too. 

3  ["  Ye  that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell*^ 
'*  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 

"  Look  up  to  me  from  dillant  lands, 

*'  Light,  life,  andheav'n,  are  in  my  hands, 

4  *'  rby  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 

"  Nor  fhall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
"  To  me  ftiali  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  tongue  ihall  fwear  to  rae.] 

J  •'  In  me  alone  Ihall  men  confefs 

"  Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  ; 
"  Btit  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name^ 
"  V\\  clothe  them  with  eternal  Ihame, 

i  "  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feeti 
"  Of  Ifr'el  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
"  And  by  their  fhining  graces  prove 
*^  Their  int'rell  in  my  pard'ning  love.*^ 

HYMN    LXXXV.    S.  lA, 

Ttejamt* 

I       ''  I  'HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

J-      His  Godhead  from  his  throne  j    ■'' 
••  Mercy  ?.iid  juftice  are  thenamss 


i%  H  y  M  N    LXXXYI.        Book  L 

"  By  which  I  will  be  known. 
a  "  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 

*'  In  darknefs  and  diftrels, 
"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recovering  grace." 

3  Sinners  liiall  hear  the  found  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  fhall  own, 

"  Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
"  In  thee  the  Lo»d,  alone." 

4  In  thee  fhall  Ifr*el  truit, 
And  fee  their  guilr  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  finners  jull. 
And  take  tl>e  iaints  to  heav*n. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVI.    C.  M. 

God  l:oly,juJi  andfoverelgr.f 
Job  ix.  % — 10. 

1  TTOW  Ihould  the  fons  of  Adam*s  race 
Xx  Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 

If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs,, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

1*11  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againil  their.  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  tempt  th*  unequal  war  ? 

4  Mountains  by  his  Almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  ihakes  the  earth,  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  lie  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife  ; 

Th*  obedient  fun  forbears  : 


Book  I.        H  Y  M  N    LXXXVII.  63 

His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  tKe  fides, 

And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 
6  He  walks  upon  the  ilormy  fea  ; 

Fhes  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond*rous  way. 

Or  his  dark  footfteps  find. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVn.  L.  M. 

Gad  d'wells  ivith  the  humble  a?id  psnitent^ 
lfaiah,lvii.  ij,  16. 

I  HTHUS  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 
X    *'  1  lit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 

"-  My  name  is  GOD  ;  I  dwell  on  high  ; 

"  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
*  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below  ; 
-    "On  earth  1  have  a  manfion  too  ; 

"  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 

**  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  "  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  linner  live  : 

**  Heal  all  the  broken-  hearts  I  find, 
"  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind, 

4  "  When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

"I  make  them  know  how  vile  they*ve  beenj 
"  But  fnould  my  v/rath  for  ever  fmoke. 
Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke/' 

5  O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  fiiould  faint,  defpair,  and  die! 
Thus  fhall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chall'ning  love. 


6ii  H  y  M  N  LXXXVIII.LXXXIX.Bookl. 
HYMN    LXXXVIII.    L.  M. 

Li/tf  the  day^  of  grace  and  hope, 
Exclei".  ix.  4 — 6,  lo. 

1  T   IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
i^  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward. 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn. 
The  vileft  linner  may  return. 

a  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv*n 
To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  :9y  to  heavn  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  theblefiings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  duffc  ; 
They  have  no  fliar.'  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  ciiCQi'  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfue; 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found. 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pidl 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair. 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

,      II  Y  M  N    LXXXIX.    L.  IvI. 

Touih  a-ndjitd^Tnenty  'BxqI^L^xI  9. 

I  "VE  fons  of  Adam,  Viain  and  young, 

1  Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tor.guCj 
Taile  the  dcllghis  your  i^S:^  dcfirc. 


Pook  1.  HYMN    Xe.  65 

And  give  a.Ioofe  to  all  your  fire  : 

3  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 
J  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts^ 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 
The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  veng*^ance  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  ftrike  yoiw  hearts  with  terror  thro'i 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face. 

Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace? 
^  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities  : 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Av/ake  their  louls  19  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN    XC.    C.  M.  \ 

'Tkefayue, 

S  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
_Li     And  thro^  all  nature  rove. 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes. 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 
i»  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 
But  let  the  linners  know, 
The  ftridt  account  that  God  requires 

Of  all  the  works  they  do. 
3The  judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high^ 
The  frighted  eardi  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye. 
And  flee  before  his  face. 
4  How  fliall  T  beai  that  dreadful  dav. 
And  itand  the  li'ry  tefl  ? 


66  H  Y  M  N  XCI.  XCII.        Book  I. 

I*d  give  all  mortal  jovs  away 
To  be  for  ever  blefl. 

HYMN    XCT.    L.  M. 

Advice  to  yjUth  :  or,  old  age  and  death  in  a'l 
uyiconveried  Jlate, 

Ecclef.  xii.  i,  7.  Ifa.  Ixv.  ao. 

I  "VrOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
JlN   Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  haft'ning  on 
When  you  fluU  lay*  "  My  joys  are  gone." 

a  Behold  the  aged  linner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Dov/nto  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  dufl  returns  to  dull  again  ; 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell. 
But  heais  her  doom,  and  fmks  to  hell, 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am; 
And  v/hen  ray  foul  mull  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manlion  in  thy  love. 

HYMN    XGII.    S.  M. 

Chrift  the  nuifdojn  (?/God, 
Prov.  viii.  i,  xz — 31. 


SHALL  wifdom  ciy  aloud, 
And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 


Book  h        H  T  M  N    XCIII.  67 

■2      *'  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
*' Hisevetlailing  Son, 
*'  B<ffore  the  iiril  of"  ail  his  works, 
*'  Creation  was  begun. 

3  *'  Belore  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  foiid  land, 

*'  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floodsj 
*•  I  dwelt  at  his  right-hand. 

4  *•  When  he  adorned  the  skies, 
*'  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 

"  To  order  when  the  fun  fliould  rife, 
**  And  marfhal  ev'ry  liar. 

5  **  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 

"  A.nd  fpread  the  flowing  de'ep  ; 
"  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
*'  Jn  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

*'  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well : 

*'  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 

*'  The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell. 

7  *'  My  buly  thoughts  at  firfl 
"  On  their  falvation  ran, 

'*  Ere  lin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dull 

*'  Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 
S       "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  : 
"  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 

**  The  man  that  fnuns  them  dies." 


H  y  M  N    XCIII.    L.  M. 

Chrifi,  or  ivtfdo-m^  oleyed  or  refjled', 
Prov.  viii.  34—36. 

1  '"PHUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

i    "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  heiirs  r.:v  word 


68  H  Y  M  N    XCiV.  Book  h 

*•  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gites, 
**  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  The  foul  thatfeeks  me,  fhiU  obtain 

"  Immortal  wealth  and  heavenly  gain  ; 

**  Immortal  life  is  his  rewai'd, 

"  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  Hies  froai  msj 
"  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 

*'  Fools,  that  againlt  my  grace  rebel, 
"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN    XCIV.    C.  M. 

yujlification  by  faiths   not  by   rvorks  :  or,  th, 
ia--vj  condemns,  grace }ujiifies, 'R.om,  iii.  r^-^%%» 

I  TTAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
V      On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean. 
And  all  their  anions  guilt. 
z  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ilop  their  raouthj;. 
Without  a  murm'rmg  word. 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  alk  God's  righteous  lav/ 

Tojuftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  i 

When  in  diynarae  we  truft, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnels 
Tiiat  makes  the  linnet  juft. 


Book  I.     k  Y  M  N    XCV.  XCVI.  f$» 

HYMN    XCV.    C.  M. 

Regeneratiov^  John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,  &c-. 

I  "VT  OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
AN   Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood  ncr  birth, 
Can  raife  aloul  to  heav*n. 
'X  The  fov*reign  will  of  ..God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  : 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  hke  feme  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  fens  of  flefh, 
New-modics  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afreOi. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fleep  of  death  ; 

On  h-eav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 

And  praife  employs  om  breatii. 

HYMN     XCVI.     CM. 

Eh'Ricu  exciitdes  boa/iiTig,    1  Cor.  i,  %t — 31 

1  T)UTfev/  am^ong  the  carnal  wile, 
JO     Fut  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favor  of  thine  eyes, 

Almighty  King  of  Grace  ! 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  Ihame 
On  honorable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  ar.d  m.akes  him  know 

T!ie  myfl'iies  of  his  grace. 
To  bring  afpiring  wiidom  low. 
And  all  its  pnde  abafe. 

4  Nrtiae  hath  ail  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throce  ) 


JO        II  Y  M  N  XCTII.    XCVIII    Book  T. 

NvO  fiern  (hall  in  his  prefence  boail. 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN    XCVII.    L.  JVL 

Chrifi,  cur  ifZ/Ti?;;;,  right eoufnefs,  <ffj, 
I  Cor.  i.  30. 

I  "DURYMin  fi-^iadows  of  the  night, 
J3  We  he  till  Chrift  rellores  the  light ; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

a  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drow'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  hng,  "  The  Lord  ourrighteoufnefc." 

3  Ourvery  frame  is  mix'd  with  fm  ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fufi'rings  flow,  '• 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  frora  our  necks. 

5"^Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  pofi'efs 

Grace,  wildom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs. 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

HYMN    XCVHL     S.  M. 

Thefa7ne, 

I      ttOW  heavy  is  the  night 

JlT     That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Chrift  v/ith  his  reviving  light, 


Book  I.         II  Y  xM  N    XCIX.  .71 

Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 
%      Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  ; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array 'd, 
We  fee  our  1ms  forgiv'n, 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fandtifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord  we  adore  thy  ways. 
To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 

Thyfov'reign  pow*r,thy  heahng  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN    XCIX.     C.  M. 

Stones  made  the  children  cfhhx2^?im  :  &r,  grace 

not  conveyed  by  relighus  parents. 

Matt.  iii.  9. 

I  T  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
V      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race  ; 
f^Their  fathers  now  with  God.^ 
■2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and   hell 
Can  take  the  hardeft  ftones. 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abra^m  well 
With  nev/  created  fons. 
5  Such  wondrous  pow*r  doth  he  poffefs^, 
Who  form*d  our  mortal  frame  ; 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs  ; 
The  world  obey'd  and  came. 


p  H  Y  M  N    C.  CI.        Book  I, 

HYMN    C.     L.  M. 

Relieve  and  hefavedy  John  iii.  26 — 18. 

i  "^OT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
IM      Did  Chrift  the  fon  of  God  appear  ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there» 

a  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  ]ov*d  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouJs  from  hell, 

5  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trufl  in  his  mighty  name  and  live ; 
A  thoufandjoys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  bleflings  give^ 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels,  who  refufe  the  grace  ; 
Who  God*s  Eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotteft  hell  (hall  be  their  platfe. 

HYMN    CI.    L.  M.    ' 

jfoy  in  Heavemfor  a  repent ingfinneri 
tuke  ^v.  7,  10. 

2  "XXr^^  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife, 

W    Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradifcy 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
a  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve' 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  \t  form'd  anew  :- 


Pook  i.  H  V  M  N    CIL  n 

And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fing. 
The  growing  empire  of  their  king, 

HYMN    CII.    L.  M. 

»  ["D LE3S*d  are  the  humble  louls  thatfee 
JLJ  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  s 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv*n 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav*n.l 

s  [Biefs*d  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  lin  with  inward  fmart  $ 
The  blcfod  of  Chrift  divinly  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

3  [Bief3*d  are  the  meek  who  Hand  afar 
From  rage  and  paffionj  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great.) 

4  [Blefl  are  the  louls  that  thirft  for  grace» 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  j 
They  Ihall  b^  well  fuppl'y  and  fed 
With  living  llreams  and  living  breadj 

5  [Blefs*d  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move^ 
And  melt  with  f'ympathy  and  love  : 
From  Chrift  the  Lord  theyfhall  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again  J 

a  [Blcfs*d  are  the  pure  whole  hearts  are  cicarij 
From  the  defiling  pow*r  of  fin  ; 
With  endiefs  pleasures  they  Ihall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

J  [Bleis  d  are  the  men  of  peacefiil  life^ 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrifej 
They  ihall  be  call*d  the  heirs  of  blifs. 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace,] 

I  £Biefs*d  are  the  fuff'rers  who  partakg 

■a  G        ' 


:a        hymn  GUI.  civ.      Bookr^ 

Of  pain  and  fliame  for  Jefus*  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  ftiall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN    cm.    C.  M. 

Not  ajhamed  oj  the  gffpel,  %  Tim.  i.  fl^ 

J  T*M  not  afhamM  to  own  my  Lord, 
X  Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word. 
The  glory  of  his  crofs. 
9  Jefus,  my  God  1  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft,  • 

Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  flands> 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  I*ve  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decilive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father^ s  face,, 
And  in  thenew  Jerufalem 
-Appoint  my  ioul  a  place. 

HYMN    Cir,    C.  M, 

jijlate  of  Nature  and  of  Grace,  j  Cor.ri.itf,!*" 

I  "VTOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
IN      The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers  fhali  obtaia. 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 
a  Surprifing  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we 
By  nature  and  by  fin, 
Heirs  of  immortal  mifcry, 


Book  I.  H  Y  M  N    CV.  4^ 

Unholy  and  unclean, 
a  Biif.  we  are  wadi'd  in  Jef«s*  blood, 
"VVe^re  pardon'd  thro*  his  name  5 
And  th^  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  fanftify'd  our  frame. 
4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thyjuft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  morep 
No  more  pollute  our  hands.     .^ 


HYMN    CV.  C.  M, 

Heaven  InvlJlhU  and  koly^, 
I'.  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.    Rev.xxi.  270 

i  "VyOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  h&ardy 
XN      Nor  lenfc  nor  reafon  known. 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 
a  But  the  good  Spirit  of  tlie  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word,' 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

Ap.d  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thole  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  lin,  and  fiiame  ; 
None  itiall  obtain  admittance  therCp 
But  followers  of  the  lamb. 

5  He  keeps"  the  Father's  book  of  life. 

There  all  their  names  are  found' ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  fhall  flrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground.' 


r»  HYMN    CVI    evil.        Book  I. 

H  Y  M  N     CVI.    S.  M. 

Deadtofmhy  the  crofs  o/Chrifl, 
Rom.  vi.  I,  a,  6. 

I       C  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin 

O  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds. 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  \ 
a       Forbid  it  mighty  God  1 
Nor  letite'ere  be  faid, 
That  we  whofe  fins  are  crucify^d^ 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead, 
3      We  will  be  ilaves  no  more. 
Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free,  i 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN    CVIL    L.  M. 

It ke  fall  and  recovery  of  many  or^  Chrift  and  ^ 
Satan  at  evjniiy. 
Gen.  iii.  i,  15, 17.  Gal.  iv.  4.  Col.  ii.  15. 

I  T^ECEIV'D  by  fubtiHnares  of  hell, 
jLJ  Adam  our  head,  our  father  fell. 
When  fatan  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Proposed  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

1-  Death  was  the  threat'ning :  death  begaa 
To  take  pofTeinon  of  the  man  ; 
His  un  jorn  race  received  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
*'  Lee  everlafling  hatred  be 

•*  Betwixt  the  wom3-n*s  feed  and  thee^ 

4  "  The  woman's  izt^  llwii  be  my  Son- 


Book  I.        K  Y  M  N    CVIII.  CIV.  7 

He  /hall  deftroy  -what  thoru  haft  done  ; 
*'  Shall  break  thy  bead,  and  only  feel 
*'  Thy  mahce  raging  at  his  heel." 

5  [Hefpake;  and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on  ; — at  length  his  Ion  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  delcend  to  earth, 
And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth, 

6  Lo,  by  the  foBS  of  hell  he  dies ; 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  skies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rsbelow.J 

H  Y  M  N    CVIII.    S.M. 

Chrlft  un/cen  and  beloved,  i  Pet.  i.  8. 

-I  ""^J"  OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
1^  Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  bis  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 
4      On  eaith  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
J      And  when  we  tafle  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  hke  t'hcfe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  belov/. 

HYMN    CIX.    L.  M. 

The  value  o/Chrift  and  his  right eouffiefs, 
Phil.hi,  7— 9. 


'N 


T  O  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  dpne  ; 

C3 


1^  HYMN    GX.  ^ookl. 

I  Quit  the  hopes  I  held  before. 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
9,  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  bfs  * 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  rfluft  and  will  eftcpm 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O  may  ray  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake  ! 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands, 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

HYMN    ex.    C.  M. 

Vfath  and hmnediaie  glory,  1  Con,  v.  i,  5 — %• 

I  '"F'HERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
X      Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  ipirit  w^aiting  ftands, 
Till  God  Hiali  bid  it  fly. 
a  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
Muft  be  diiTolv'd  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  *Tis  he  by  his  Almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  : 
And  as  an  earned  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv*n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from   rhe  Lord. 
J  *Tis  pleafant  to  bciive  tb.y  grace. 
But  we  had  rather  fee  4 


Book  I.  HYMN    CXL  7^ 

We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh. 
And  prcfent,  Lord  with  thee. 

HYMN    CXI.    C.  M. 

Salvatkn  ly  grace,  Titus  iii.  3—7. 

«  [T    ORD,  we  confefs  cur  num^rcus  faults, 
-Li  Hciv/  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
Fooliili  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  are  lin. 
e  But  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 
For  ever  love  his  name  ; 
Who  turns  thy  feet  fVom  dangerous  ways 
Or  folly,  lin,  and  fiiame!.] 

3  [*Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav*d  by  fov'reign  grace 
Abounding  through  his  Son.j 

4  *Tis  ironi  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
*Tls  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
Our  fouls  are  wa(h*d  from  fin, 

5  *Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  deaths 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree. 
The  SjMrit  is  feat  down  to  breath 
On  luch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  live  anew  ; 

And  mftify*d  by  grace. 
We  fhall  appear  in  glory  too. 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 
C4 


S^  HYMN    CXII.   CXIII.   Bookl-, 

HYMN    CXIJ.    C.  M. 

the  Irazin  ferpsnt  :  or  looking  to  Jelus, 

John  iii.  14 — 16. 

%  QO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
vj  The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  cafe. 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
4  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
"  And  hve,  "  the  prcphet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  bung. 

High  in  the  heav*ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  fmners,  by  th*  old  ferpent  flung, 
Look  and  torget  their  pains. 

4  When     od's  own  Son  is  'ifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  Jew  btholds  the  glorious  hopej 
Th*  expiring  Gentile  lives, 

HYMN    CXIII.    C.  M. 

Ahrahavi^s  Mejfings  on  the  Gen1iks» 
Gen.  xvii.  7.  Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.  14, 

J  TTOW  large  the  promife  }  howdiTinc» 
JnL  To  Abra*m  and  his  feed  ! 
**  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 
%  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves. 


Book  I.         HYMN    CXiV. 

ilnd  feals  the  blefling  fure. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  voung  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calfs  thent  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God  !  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

Kis  love  endures  the  lame : 
Kor  from  the  proraifc  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  His  children's  name. 

HYMN    CXIV.     C.  M. 

Thgfa?nc,S^om,'s\.  i6, 17. 

I  r^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
VT     To  the  wild  olive  wood ; 
Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree. 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
»  With  the  fame  bleffings,  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  5 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root,  -^ 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints       '- 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ! 
Pour  cut  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord  \ 
And  walh  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thyfalvation  come, 
And  numerous  houfeholds  meet  at  lafv 
In  one  eternal  home. 


U  HYMN    CXV.        Book  I, 

HYMN    CXV.     C.  M, 

Qonvi^ioji  of  Jin  by  the  la'^x), 
Rom.  viii.  8,  9,i4>  a4» 

I  T    ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  wasj 
J-j     And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
1  v'as  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  {ins  were  dead. 
J  My  hopes  of  heav*n  were  firm  and  bright  5 
But  iince  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow*r  and  light, 
1  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeal  *d  but  imall  before. 

Till  terribly  I  iaw 
How  perfed,  holy,]uft  and  pure. 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load. 

My  fins  reviv'd  again  ; 
I  had  provoke  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  {lain.] 

5  I*m  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold 

Under  the  pow*r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would. 
Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath. 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
7*0  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  deatbj 
And  thus  redeem  the  flavc, 


Book  L    HYMN    CXVI.  CXVII.  83. 

H  Y  M  N    CXVL    L.  M, 

Lozie  to  God  and  our  neighbor^ 
.  Matt.xxii.  37 — 40. 

I  npKUS  faith  the  iirft,  the  great  command, 
-it-    "  Let  all  thy  inward   pow'rs  unite 
**  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
"  With  utmoilv'igor  and  dehght. 

1  "  Thee  ihall  thy  neighbor  next  in  place 
"  Share  thir.e  affeCcions  and  eileem  ; 
**  And  let  thy  kindneis  to  thyfelf 
**  Mealure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  proye  5 
For  want  of  this  the  lav  is  broke. 
And  the  whole  ]:iw*s  iuitill'd  by  love. 

^  But  O  !  how  \y  le  cur  pafuons  are  ; 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  f.  uls  with  heav'nlyiire, 
Or  we  fhall  ne'er  peiform  thy  wiih 

HYMN    CXVII.    L.  M. 

^!e^l%nfovere:gn  and  free,  Rom.  ix.  ai — 24, 

I  [T>  EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 
i3  He  forms  his  veffels  as  he  pleafe  ; 

Such  is  cur  God,  and  fach  are  we, 

The  fubjeds  of  his  high  decrees. 
3  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 

0*er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choole. 

And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 
3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 

Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will  j 
C  6 


S4  HYMN    CXVIII.  Book  I, 

Ckode  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  bcjuft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

4  Whiitif  to  make  his  terrors  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endnre, 
Suff'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  en 

And  feal  their  own  deftiu^ftion  fure  ? 

5  What  if  he  means  to  fhew  his  grace. 
And  his  electing  love  employs, 

To  mark  out  fonie  of  mortal  race 
And  forms  them  fit  for  heavenly  joys  :'} 

6  Shall  man  reply  againfl  the  Lord 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word. 
Can  cruih  a  thcifand  worlds  to  dult  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truths  fo  bright 
wShould  dazzle  and  confound  thy  light. 
Yet  fbillhis  written  will  obey. 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 
S  Then  (hall  he  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne. 
With  joy  or  terror  (hall  confefs, 
The  glory  of  his  righteoufncfs. 

HYMN    CXVIII.     L.  M. 

Mofes  and  Chrifl :  cr^fins  againfr  the  iaiv  and 
gofpc/,  John  i.  17.  Heb.  iii.  3,  5,   6.  andX' 

I      nPHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X      But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobleiwaame) 
Defcendmg  from  above, 
ft  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done; 
Mofes  a  faitliful  fervant  flood. 
But  Chrifl  a  faithful  Son. 


Book  I.      HYMN  CXIX.  CXX.  ii 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftrift  obedience  pa'd  ; 

O  er  ail  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftaiidi 
The  fov  reign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Moles  brought^ 

Behold  how  terrible  he  dies 

For  his  prelumptuous  fault. 
5:      But  forer  veng'ance  falls 
,   On  that  rebellious  race. 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefiis  callsi 

And  dare  refill  his  grace, 

HYMN    CXIX.    C.  M. 

The  different fuccefs  9f  the  gofpefy^   , 
i  Cor,  i.  23,  24.  a  Cor.  ii.  16.   i  Cor.  iii.  6,  7© 

I  /^HRIST  and  his  crofs  iii  all  our  theme  % 
\^  The  myll'rics  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jew*s  efteem. 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 
%  But  fouls  enlightened  from  above 
With  joy  receive  the  word ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow*r  and  lovei 
Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 
%  The  vital  favour  of  hk  name 
Reftores  their  fainting  breath ; 
Bat  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
.  To  guilt,  defpaii:  and  death. 
4  Till  God  difFufe  his  graces  down,  1 
Like  Ihow'rs  of  heavenly  rain. 
In  vain  Appolios  fows  the  grourvd^ 
^nd  P^ttl  may  plant  ia  vain* 


A 


S6  HYMN  CXX    CXXI.        Book  I; 

HYMN    CXX.    C  M. 

Faith  of  things  uvfeen-j  Heb.  xi.i,  3,  ?,  ro» 

3  TpAITHis  the  brighteft  evidence 
-C     Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flefli  and  fetofe,- 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 
a  It  fets  times  paft  in  prefent  view. 
Brings  diftant  profpeds  home,. 
Of  things  a  thouland  years  ago. 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  v/ere  made 

By  God's  Almighty  word  ; 
Abra'm,  to  unknown  countries  led^ 
By  faith  obey*d  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high^ 

Built  by  th'  Eternal  hands  j 
And  faith  ailur^s  us  tho' We  die,. 
That  heav'niy  building  lUnds. 

HYMN    eXXl.  C.  M. 

Children  devoted  to  (Jodj 
Gen.  xvii.  7,  lo.    A<5>s  xvi.  14,  15,  33, 

IFor  thofe  ivkopradife  infant  haptifn^?^ 

I  nr^HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
1       "'  l*i}  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
**  V\\  blels  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 
a  Abra'm  believed  the  promised  grace, 
And  j];ave  his  fon  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  blelTmg  now. 
That  once  was  feal'd  with  blood* 
3  Thus  Lvdia  fandtify'd  her  houfe, 


Book  I.    HYMN    CXXII.  CXXIIL      S7 

When  (he  received  the  word  : 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 

His  houiehold  to  the  Lord. 
Thus  later  laints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  aneient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  (sffspringbring;, 

And  humbly  claim  thy  grace. 

HYMN    CXXn.    L.  M. 

Believers  burled  'with  Chrifl  in  baptlfin^ 
Rom.  vi.  3,  &c. 

DO  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord, 

Baptized  into  his  deaths  andlhen 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  hn? 
,  Our  iouls  receive  diviner  breadi,, 

Raised  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  s 

So  from  thegrare  did  Chiift  arife, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 
I  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 

Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 

The  various  lufts  we  ferv*d  before, 

Siiallhave  dominion  now  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXIII.    C.  M. 

Ihs  repenting  prodigffJ^L.'^yie'K.v.  13^  &c. 
I  T>  EHOLD  che  wretch  whofe  lull  and  wine 
-O  Had  wafted  his  eftate, 
He  begs  a  fhare  amon.glt  theflvine. 
To  talte  the  hu(l-:s  they  eat  1 
&  "  I  die  with  huagei:.  here  (he  cries") 
1  ftarye  in  foreign  lands ; 
CS 


Z%  HYMN    eXXIV.        Bookl. 

**  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies. 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  *'  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

*f  Fall  dowr  before  his  fare  ; 
**  Father  I*ve  done  thy  jufticc  wrong, 
*'  Nor  caa  delerve  thy  grace  " 

4  Hefaid,  and  haflen'd  to  his  home. 

To  feek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  father  faw  the  rebel  coise, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrar'd  and  kils'd  his  fon  : 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake. 

For  follies  he  bad  done. 
^  *'  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhaine  and  fm 

(The  father  gives  command^ 
**  Drefshim  in  garments  white  and  clcau^ 

**  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 
7  **  A  day  of  feafling  1  ordain  ; 

**  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
"  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 

<*  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN    CXXIV.    L.  M. 

7heJirJlandfecond  K^imy  Rom.  v.  la,  8cc. 

J  yxEEP  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne, 
xJ  Our  guilt  and  ourdifgrace  we  own  : 
Great  God  !  we  own  th'  unhappy  name. 
Whence  iprung  our  nature  and  our  fhanie. 

a  Adam,  thclinner  :  At  his  fall, 

Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feizM  us  all ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  arc  dead. 
By  fatal  union  to  their  htad. 

a  But  whilftourfpirits,  till'd  with  awe. 


Book  I.         IIYMK    CXXV.  if 

Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  iitig  the  honours  of  thy  grace,  ;^ 

Thatfent  to  fare  our  ruin'drace. 

4  We  fin g  thine  everlafbing  Son, 
Who  joinM  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  fecond,    from  the  duft 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebelHon  of  one  man 
Thifo'  alt  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man*s  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  mSde  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound. 
There  haye  thefons  o£Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;  their  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro'  the  Lord  our  righteoufoefs  ] 

HYMN  CXXV.  CM'      7.1  " 

Chrift^j-  compaJJio7i  to  the  nveak  aud  tejnptjSdf 
Heb.  iv.  15,  16.  and  V.  7.  Matt.  xii.  ao.   ■ 

WJYVH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
VV      Of  our  High  Prief!:  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs. 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
7,  TouchM  with  a  fympathy  within, 
Ke  knows  our  feeble  trame .; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
Forjae  bas  felt  the.  fame: 
3  But  (potlefs,  innocent,  and  pure. 
The. great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fi'ry  darts  he  bore, 

And  did  refifl  to  blood- 
He, ijl  ,the  days  of -feeble  fieili 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  at:id  rears^ 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
€9 


99       HYMN  CXXVI.  CXXVU.   Book  X. 

What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
j^  [He*l]  never  quench  the  Imoaking  flax. 
But  laifeittoa  flame; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  break?, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.  1 
^  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addieis 
His  mercy  and  his  pow*r, 
We  {hall  obtain  del  v'ring  grace 
I»  the  diftrelTing  hour. 

HYMN    CXXVI.  L.  M. 

Charity  and  uftchariiahlenefs ^ 
Rom.  xiv.  17, 19. 1  Cor.  x.  32. 

2  VfOT  different  food,  nor  different  drefg, 
i^   Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoulnel^ 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

3  When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife. 
We  do  the  gofpel  mightv  wrong  ; 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  v/ith  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baBi{h*d  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fowls  purfue  ;    * 
Nor  ihall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  faints,  the  Gentile,  or  the  Jew. 

HYMN    CXXVII.  L.  M. 

Chrift'i-  invitation  t9ftnners.   or^  kiwiility  and 
pridef  MdLit,  xi.  28.— 30. 

X  **  /^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
V-4  "  Ye  heavy  laden  finners  come, 
**  1*11  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
f  •  And  raife  you  to  my  hcav*nly  home. 


Book  I.       H  Y  M  N  CXXVIII.  91 

9  «  They  (hall  6nd  reft  that  learn  ofme  j 
**  I,*m  of  a  meek,  and  lowly  mind; 
•*  But  paflion  rages  like  the  fea, 
*♦  And  pride  is  wreftlefs  as  the  wind. 

5  "  Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  flioulders  take 
"  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
**  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 
*'  My  grace  (hall  make  the  burden  light.** 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

'  With  faith  ?nd  hope^  and  humble  zeal, 
Relign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  wlllo 

HYMN    CXXVIII.    L.  M. 

The  ApoJiks\  esmfnljion  :  or^  the  gtfpel  atfijlci 
by  miracles* 

Mark  xvi.  '5,  &c.  Blatt.  xviii.  x?,  &c. 

%  "f^  O  preach  my  gofpel  (faith  the  Lordy' 
V_T"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receiva^ 

**  He  fnall  be  iavM  that  trufts  my  word  : 

"  He  fliail  be  damn'd  that  wont  believe. 
9  **  [I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known., 
"    "  And  ye  (hall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 

"  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

**  By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  **  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
"  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

**  Nor  let  my  prophets  be 'afraid, 
<«  Tho*  Greeks    reproach    and  Jews  blaf* 
pheme  ] 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
•^  "  Tm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  j 

f *  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands^ 


9»        HYMN    CXXIX  CXXX,   Book  I, 

*'  I  can  deftroy,  and  can  defend." 
5  He  fpake,  and  light  (hone  round  his  head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heay*n  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  fcirtheft  nations  fpread 
The  grace  of  their  alcended  God. 

HYMN    CXXIX.    L.  M. 

S.ih!?ilJfion  a  ?id  deliverance  '.  cr,  Abrahamir^fT* 
wg  kis  fon^  Gen.  xii.  6,&c. 

I  qAINTS,  at  your  heav*Bly  father's  wmd 
O    Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ;  . 
He  fh^iil  rellore  v/hat  you  reiign. 
Or  grant  you  bleilings  more  divine. 

%  So  Abra*m  with  obedient  hand 

Led  forth  his  fbn  at  God's  command ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
H,vg  arm  p.repar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  *'  Abra'm  forbear  /^the  angel  cry'd  -,) 
»*  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  ; 
**  Thy  fon  ftiali  live,  and  in  thy  feed 
"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bleis'd  indeed  /* 


4  Juft  in  the  lafl  diftreiling  hour, 
The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of"  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  fhall  iee  furprifing  grace. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXX.    L.  IvL 

Love  a?id  hatredf  Phil.  ii.  ».  Eph.  iv.  30,  &:c. 

I  "VTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  ! 

XN      His  fliarp  diilref3,his  fore  complaints,- 
By  his  lall  groans,  hii  dying  blood, 
I  charge  n^y  foul  to  love  the  faints, 

a  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  be  gone, 


Sook  I.      H  y  M  N    Gxxxr.  ^ 

Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 

AmongHthe  faints,  the  fons  of  Peace. 

4  The  fpirit  h'ke  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noifc  and  ftrifc  ; 
Why  fliculd  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love. 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'niy  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults. 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  his  fon. 

HYMN  CXXXr.  L.  M. 

^ic  Pharlfee  arid  the  Publican, 
Luke  xviii.  jo,  &c. 

J  T>EHOLDhow  finners  difagree, 
j3  The  Publican  and  Pharifee ! 
One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim. 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 

a  This  man  at  humble  diilance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  5 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done, 

3  The  Lord  their  diftTcnt  language  knows^ 
And  different  anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  hunib'e  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilft  ©n  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  pharilee ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own. 

But  plead  the  fuff-rings  of  thy  Son. 


94  .  H  YM  N  CXXXir.  CXXXIII.    Book  L 
HYMN    CXXXII.  L.  M. 

Bolinefs  a7id  grace ^  Titus  ii.  ic — 13. 

I  qO  let  our  lips   and  lives  exprefs 
O  The  hoiy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  oar  works  and  virtues  ihine. 
To  prove  the  dodrine  all  divine, 

a  Thus  Ihall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God; 
When  the  Salvation  leigns  within^ 
And  ;^aGe  fubdues  the  pow*r  of  lin. 

3  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny*d; 
Paflion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  ; 

While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love. 
Our  inward  piety  approve, 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  exped  that  blefled  hope. 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN     CXXXIII.    CM. 

Lo-oe  and  charity,  i    Cor.  xiii.  a — 7,  rj. 

I  T    ET  pharifees  of  high  efteem 
-L*  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
Tf  love  be  wanting  there, 
a  Love  fufFc^rs  long  v^ith  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  provoked  in  hafte  ; 
She  lets  the  prefent  injury  die. 
And  long  forgets  the  paft. 
3  [Malice  and  rags,  thofe  fires  of  hell. 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Tho'  Ihe  endures  the  wrong. ) 


Book  I.        R  Y  M  N    €XXXIV.  ^j 

4  [She  nor  defines  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  Icancials  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  dimb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 

To  leek  her  neighboui  *s  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives wid)  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  kef  ps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more. 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN    CXXXIV.    L.  M. 

Religion  vain  'without  lovcy  i  Cor.  xiii.  i — 3»^ 

I  ttAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews> 
XjL  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

%  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  ?nd  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove  5 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ftore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor. 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  'Martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  f  i'ry  zeal, 
The  tvork  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


H     HYMN   CXX^tV.  CXXXVf.  Book  L 

HYMN    CXXXV.     L.  M. 

^hehve  of  .Chn^  JJjed  ahr$ad  i         kfart, 
Eph.    iii:  16,  &c. 

X  r^OME,  deareit  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell: 
V^  Bv  faith  and  love  in  ev  ry  breaft  ; 
Then  ihill  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

s  Come  lill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength. 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poffefs, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 

length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

J  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  willies  ksow^ 
Be  everlaftlng  honours  done 
By  all  the  church,  thro*  Chrift  his  Son. 

HYMN    CXXXVI.    C.  M. 

Sificerity  and  hjpccrijy  :  *r,  Jor?nalitf  in  ii/tfr- 
Jjip,}ohn  iv.  24.  Plalni  cxxxix,  13,  24» 

i  f^  OD  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wifei 
VJT  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
in  vain  to  heav*n  we  raife  our  cries. 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 
i  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear  t 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fl<ies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice^ 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord  fearch  roy  thoughts  and  try  my  wiys; 


Book  I.  HYMN  CXXXVU.  CXXXVIII    Sf 

And  make  my  foul  lincere  ; 
Then  ihail  I  Hand  before  thy  Jfece, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

[HYMN    CXXXVII.    L.  M. 

Salvation  hy  grace  in  Chrift,  %  Tim.  i.9, 10. 

NOW  to  the  pow*r  of  God  Supreme, 
Be  everlaftmg  honours  giv'n, 
Hefavesfrom  heli  f^we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heav'n. 
*  Not  far  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But-  of-hisown  abounding  grace,  . 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts. 
And  forms  a  people  for  hispraife. 

3  *T\vas  his  own  purpofe  that  begua 
To  refcue  rebels  doomed  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  m  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  sky. 

4  Jefus  the  Lord  appears- at  laft, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfeis  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  tranfaclions  pafl, 
And  brfegs  immortal  blelEngs  down. 

5  He  dies  ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Riling  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light. 
And  took  pofTeffion  of  the  joy. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.  C.  M. 

Saints  in  the  hands   (?/Chiift,  John  x.  38,  29. 

I  T^IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  flandsj 
A     My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  triaft  ; 
if  lam  found  in  Jeius*  handsj 


iS  HYMN    CXXXIX.        Book.  I. 

My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
a  His  honour  is  engaged  to  {ivo. 
The  cneaneft  of  his  fheep  ; 
All  that  the  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 
3  Nor  death  nor  hell  fhall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft ; 
In  the  dear  hofom  of  his  love 
They  mull  for  ever  reft. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXXIX.  L.  M. 

^ope  in  the  covenant  :  or„  God's  proviife  and 
truth  unchangeable^  Heb.  vi.  17-T-J9, 

I  TTOW  oft  have  fm  and  Satan  ftrove 
X  i.  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God  ? 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jefusfeals  it  with  his  blood. 

^  The  Outh  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  : 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'nv/ith  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidft  temptations  Iharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempefts  blow  and  billows  rife, 

4  The  goipei  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  forfny  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  proraifes,^nd  blood, 


Book  I.  H  y  M  N    CXL.  ^ 

HYMN    CXL.    C.  M. 

A  living  ajid  a  dead  faith,    Colk6iei  from  fs-' 
veral  fcriptures. 

I  TV /TTSTAKEN  fouls  that  dresm  of  heav^n^ 
iVl   And  make  their  empty  boaft 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 
While  they  are  (laves  to  luft. 
a   Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights. 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 
None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Chrifl  the  living  head. 

3  *Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 
That  bids  all  finfal  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  *Tis  faith  that  conquers  eartli  and  hell 

By  a  celeflial  power  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decjfive  hour. 

5  [Faith  mull  obey  her  Father^s  will. 

As  well  as  trull  his  grace  : 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  flili 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  "When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  lend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  lin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifie's  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God ; 
Jcfus,  and  his  falvation,  came 
By  water  an<i  by  blood.} 


io»  HYMN    CXLI.  Book  h 

HYMN    CXLI.    S.  M. 

Uh  humiliation  and  exaltation  ej  Chrift^ 
Ifaiah  liii.  i — j,  lo— ij. 

X      TTTHO  hath  beliey'd  thy  word, 
W     Or  thy  falvation  known  ?^- 
Rcveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 
a       The  Jews  eftecm'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief  : 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were. 
And  his  companion,  grieh 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  withlcorn  ; 

But  *twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay. 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  *Twas  for  the  flubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles  thea  unknown, 

The  God  ot  juftice  pleas*d  to  bruife 
His  beft  beloved  Son. 

5  *'  But  PlI  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  fland  ; 
**  My  pleafure  i^faith  the  God  of  Graced 
*'  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 
%      ["Hisjoyfulfoulfliallfee 
**  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 
<*  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
"  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 
7      [_"  Ten  thoufand  captive  ilaves, 
**  Relea$*d  from  d^ath  and  fin, 
*'  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
**  And  own  his  pow'r  divine, 
g      ''[Heaven  fhali  advance  my  Son, 
To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
<*  Who  Taw  the  follies  meo  had  done, 
**  Aud  bore  their  Ims,  and  dy*d/* 


Boook  I.  H  Y  M  N    CXLII.  CXLIIL      lol 

HYMN    CXLII.  S.  M.   , 

The  Jams y  Ifaiahliii.  6 — la. 

J  T   IKE  fi^ieep  we  v/entaftray, 
i_i  And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wandering  in  a  diff'rent  way. 
But  all  the  downward  road. 
n.  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  veng'ance  pour 
Upon  the  fhepherd's  head. 
J  How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Chrift  luftain'd  the  ftroke ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  fhepherd  pays, 
A  raniom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death 
And  made  as  vile  as  they, 

5  But  Godfhaliiaifehis  head 

O'er  allthefons  of  men, 
And  mak<;  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed, 
To  recompenfe  hispain. 

6  *  1*11  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 

*  ti.  portion  with  the  llrong  : 

*  He  (hall  poffcls  a  large  reward, 

*  And  hold  his  honours  long.' 

HYMN    CXLIII.    C.  M. 

Characlerofthe  Children^/ Godi,    I'nmfevs^ 
raljcripturcs 

J     A  S  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft 
-Lx.  To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  t^Ite, 


loz  HYMN    CXLIII.         Book.  I. 

And  by  the  gofpcl  live, 
a  [With  inv/ard  guit  their  heart  approves 
All  that  the  word  rdates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves. 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.  J 
^  [Noc  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 
Can  make  them  flaves  to  iuft  ; 
They  cant  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Nor  D..  :v?l  in  the  dull.] 

4  LNot  ail  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith  like  a  conq'ror  can  produce 
A  thouiand  vi Tories. j 

5  [Grace  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Imraortal  principles  forbid 
Thefons  of  God  to  hn.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  nobleft  powers  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  vail: 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  pow*r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls  1  O  glorious  ftate 

Of  overflowing  grace  ; 
To   dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs'd  thy  heav'ly  thrane  ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine.  " 

10  There  fhed  thy  choiceif  loves  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  flrong  ; 
Then  ihall  I  lay,  "My  Father  God,** 
With  an  unwavering  tongue, 


Book  T.    HYMN    CXLW.  €XLV.     103 

H  y  M  N    CXLIV.    C.   M. 

The  1)311  nejfmg  andfealingfpirit^ 
Rom.  -viii.  14.  16.  Eph.  i.  13,  14 
X  "ITrHY  fliould  the  children  of  a  king 
\' V     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  Defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
3  Dofi:  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints. 
And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav*n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banilh  my  complaints, 
And  (hew  my  fins  forgiv*n  ? 

3  Affure  ray  conicience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer*s  blood ; 
And  tear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  of  God: 

4  Thou  art  the  earncilof  his  Iotc, 

The  pledee  of  joys  to  come  : 
And  thy  foit  wing,  celeftial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    CXLV.    C.  M. 

Chrifi:  and  K^^GTiyTaken  from  Heb.  vii.  ajiuxs^ 

I   TESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
J    A  thoufand  glories  more 
Thian  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'^d  gold 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore, 
s  They  firft  their  own  burnt  ofF-rings  brought, 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fm  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  ail  thy  nature  clean, 
3  Ff  refii  blood,  as  conltant  as  the  day, 
Was  on  their  altar  fpilt^ 
But  thy  one  o*ff ring  takes  away 
For  eier  all  our  guilt.  1 


504  H  Y  M  :^;     CXLVI.  Book  I. 

4  [Their  pri'eiihood  nn  thro*  fev'ral  hands. 

For  mortal  was  their  race  : 
Thy  never  changing  office  fiands. 
Eternal  as  thy  days.  J 

5  [Once  in  a  circuit  of  a  year 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne.] 

6  [But  Chrift  by  his  own  pow'rful  bloodj 

Afcends  above  the  skies, 

And  in  the  preicnce  of  our  G<dd 

Shews  his  ownfacrifice.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Glory  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  (lain, 

And  weais  his  priellhood  itill. 
^  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face : 
Give  hini*  ray  foul  thy  caufe^to  plead. 

Nor  doubt  the  Father*s  grace. 

HYMN   CXLVI.    L.  M. 

€ba racier s  ef  Chrijl^  borro^jjsd  fr^m  inanimate 
t  hi  figs  infcripture. 

t-  /^  O  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
vJF  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  nairow  toexprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

ft  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 
Butfome  f,iint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  : 

f.  Nature  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compar'd  with  v/ine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord  !  Our  fouls  wou.'d  thus  be  fed: 
That  -^efh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine. 


'  ^9ok  I.        HYMN    e:5tLVL  isj 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav*nly  v.'ine.j 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  uorld  receives  i 
SalvatioH  from  his  healing  kaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  frmtful  bcugh^^ 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  toOj] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Suchfragrancy  in  all  her  fields : 

Orif  thelily  he  affufne,  .— ; 

The  vallies  blels  the  rich  perfume 

6  ris  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nJy  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  j 
O  let  a  lafting  union  join 

My  foul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine  1] 
J  [[Is  he  a  head  ?  Each  member hves, 

And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ? 

The  faints  below  and  faints  above,. 

Join*dby  his  Spirit  and  his  iove.j 
8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 

Aodheahhe  plague  of  fin  and  death  i 

Thcfe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 

And  cleaiiffe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 
^  Is  he  a  fire  I  He*ll  purge  my  drofs : 

But  the  true  goldfuftains  no  iofs  : 

Like  aretiner  fhall  he  lit, 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 
10  Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 

The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  fweet  ftreams  that  frora  hisn  ffow/ 

Attend  us  all  the  defartthro*] 
ii  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God; 

The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood/ 

There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal^ 

Till  I  arrive  at  Sion'shilh] 
la  [Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in  : 

Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green ; 

A  Paradife  divinely  fair, 

Kone  but  the  Iheep  have  freedom  ther&^j 


za6  HYMN    CXLVII.         Book  t\ 

15  [Is  he  deFignM  the  corner  ftone, 
For  mea  to  buiid  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too. 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.l 

14  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  1  adore 
T*  indwelling  majefty  and  pow^r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moll  holy  place, 
When'er  I  pray,  Til  turn  my  face.] 

35  [  Isheaftar?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  cawning  light  j     , 
I  knew  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  and  morning  flar.] 

16  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  n  joy  and  righteoufnefs  ; 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears-, 

17  O  let  me  clinab  thofe  higher  ikies. 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife; 
There  he  difplays  his  powers  abroad. 
And  {hines,and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.] 

iS  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 
Nor  hsav'n  nor  full  refembiance  bears  j 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
1  ill  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN     CXLVn.    L.  M. 

Thff  names  and  f hies  of  ChriH.    From  fevsrd 
fcriptures, 

I  [''T'^'IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
I     1  borrow  titles  for  nry  Lord ; 

Nor  ?rt  nor  nature  can  fupply 

Sufficient  forms  of  mnjefty. 
a  Bricht  image  of  the  Father's  face. 

Shining  with  undlminiih'd  raysj 

Th*  eternal  God*s  eternal  Sod, 


Book  I.        H  T  M  N    GXLVIIJ.  jroy 

The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne] 

3  The  Kin c>  of  Kings,  the  Lord  mofthigh. 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp*din  blood 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  relents  his  injured  love. 
Awakes  bis  wrath  without  delay. 
And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  com€s, 
What  winning  titles  he  aiTumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world,"  and"  Life  of  men,'' 

Nor  bears  thofe  charadiers  in  vain. 
,  6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
i      He  ads  the  Mediator's  part  ; 
I     A  Friend  and  Brother  he  appears, 
!      And  well. fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 
!  5"  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends. 

Divides  the  Rebels  from  his  friends. 

And  faints  in  full  fruitioa  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love, 

HYMN    eXLVUL 

The  f am:  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm^ 

t      [ITriTH  cheerful  voice  I  fing 

VV    The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word. 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne*r  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefly. 
%      In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face^ 


»oS  HYMN    CXLVlir.        Book  I, 

Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th*  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne,] 
3,      The  fov*reign  King  of  kings* 
The  Lord  of  lords  moil  High^ 
Writes  his  own  name  up^n 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  call'd 

"  The  Word  of  Godj'* 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  Iron  rod. 
4      Where  promifes  and  graee 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move^ 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
Theinj'ries  ofhis  love; 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delay, 

As  lions  roar 

And  tear  the  prey. 

J      But  when  for  works  of  peace 

The  great  Redeemer  comes^ 

What  gentle  chara<flers. 

What  titles  he  affumes  ! 

"  Light  of  tl>e  world, 

«*  And  life  of  men;'' 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 
»      Tmmenfe  compaffion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
Wiien  he  defcends  to  ad 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  Friend,  . - 

And  brother  too,  ,  ,] 

Divinely  kind 


took  I.        H  Y  M  14-    CXLIX.  to^ 

Divinely  true. 
At  length  the  Lord  the  judge 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends  ; 

Then  fhall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  height3  and  depths 

Of  ail  his  love. 

HYMN    CXLLX.     L.  M. 

The  offices  <5/Chrill.  Fromfsvsrdfcriptuns^ 

i    TOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  po\y*f 
J     That  ever  men  or  angels  bore» 
All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worthy 
Or  fet  Immanuel*s  glory  forth. 

i  But  O  what  coadefcending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  keav'nly  grace  \ 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

I  [The  *'  Angel  of  the  covenant"  ilaads; 
With  his  conimifiion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne. 
To  make  his  great  falvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet,  let  mc  blefs  thy  same  x 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 

Of  wrath  appeased,  of  1ms  forgiven, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  lie;iv*n.~ 

5  [My  bright  example  and  ray  guide, 
I  v/ould  be  walking  near  thy  fide ; 
O  let  me  never  run  aftray, 

.  Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  1 
i  Hove  my  Shepherd,  he  fhall  keep 
My  wandering  foul  amongft  his  (heep. 


no  H  Y  M  N    CL.  BookL 

He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names. 
And  in  his  boiom  bears  the  lambs.] 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caule, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  Jaws  ; 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 

My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jefus  my  great  high  ptieil  has  dy*d, 
I  feek  no  facrifice  beiide  ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  how  it  pleads  brfore  the  throne.] 

9  TMy  advocate  appears  on  high. 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  torn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  LMy  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  fing; 
Thine  is  the  vl6t~ry',  ?»»dl  fit 

A  joyful  fubjed  at  thy  feet.] 

11  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  "  Captain  of  Salvation'^  leads  : 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho'  death  and  hell  obflrucl  the  way. 

iz  Should  death  andhell,and  pow'rs  unknown,i 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 
I  fhail  be  fafe;  for  Chrill  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  lov 'reign  ways.] 

HYMN    CL. 

The  fame  as  the  cxlviii//'  Pfalm. 

I         JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r. 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth. 

Too  mean  to  fet 


Book  I.  HYMN    CL. 

My  Saviour  forth. 
But,  O  what  gentle  terrasV  V'-  -'  '-' 
What  condefcending  wafs^-  ■  ''-;^ 
Doth  oar  Redeemer  iile-      -    - 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ? 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 

And  wonder  lee 

What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  for  me.  ■ 
[Array*d  in  niortal  ^efhj 
He  like  an  angel  flands, 
And  holds  the  prcmifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands' :     - 

Gommiilion'dfrom 

His  father's  throne 

To  make  his  grace 

To  mortals  known,] 
[Great  Prophet  of  ray  God, 
My  tongue  w^ouJd  blefs  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news    - 
Of ourfalvation  came; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Ofhell  fubdu|d, 

And  peace  with  heav*n, 
[Be  thou  my  counfelJor, 
My  Pattern  and  liiy  Guide  ; 
And  throvigh  this  defart  land 
Still  keep  n:e  near  ihylide. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  afiray 

Nor  rove  nor  feek 

The  crooked  way  i] 
fl  Icve  my  Ihepherd's  voi^. 
His  watchrui  eyesfhali  k^ep 
My  wand'iingloul  among 
Ten  thoufandsof  his  ihsep  : 
D  z 


ixx  HYMN    CL. 

He  feeds  his  flocks 

He  calls  their  names. 

His  bofom  bears 

The  tender  lambs.] 
7       [To  ihis  derr  furety's  iianrtl 
Will  I  commit  ray  caufe  j 
.     He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 

At  freedom  fet  ; 

My  lurety  paid 

The  dreadful  debt.] 
t       [Jefus  my  great  High  Prieft, 
Offer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  conicience  feeks 
No  facrifice  betide. 

His  powerful  blood 

Did  once  atone; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne.] 
9       [My  advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  : 
The  Father  bows  his  ears. 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  th^t  hell 

Or  fin  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away.] 
BO     [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror  and  my  Kin^;, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  iwurd. 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 

Behold  I  (it 

In  willing  bonds 

Beneath  thy  feer, 
ti       Now  let  my  foal':  rif;, 
Aiid  tread  the  temoter  dowa  : 


Saokh  H  Y  M  N    CL. 

My  captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  acrown. 
A  feeble  faint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Tho*  d^ath  and  hell 
Obftru6t  the  way.]    , 
i     Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  powers  of ;. ell  unknown, 
Put  their  n?cft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  rmTchief  on, 
I  fhall  be  fafe  : 
For  Chrift  difplays 
Superior  po"W'r 
And  guardian  grace. 


^>,. 


Wend  of  the  first  book. 


D  3 


HYMN     S. 

BOOK      IL 

Conipofed  on  Divine  Subjeds. 


HYMN    I.    L.  M. 

Afongin  praife  ts  GoA  from   Great-Britain 

I  XTATURE  with  all  her  powers  fhall  fing 
JlN    God  the  Creator  and  the  King : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fldes,  norfeas. 
Deny  the  fribute  of  their  praife. 

2,  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  kno'.vn, 
Ye  feraphs,  that  (it  near  his  throne; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound.] 

3  [Ail  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whihl  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  ling  his  honours  and  our  joys.] 

4  [To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  youna;  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Our  Hps  (hall  his  loud  wonders  te'l, 
And  ev'ry  word  ?  mirack."J 


Book  il.         HYMN    II. 

t;  (This  northern  ifle,  ournative  land, 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty*s  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vid'ry  dream  in  vain. 
And  own  the  capiivating  chain. 

6  He  builds  and  guards  the  Britilh  throne, 
And  makes  ic  gracious,  like  his  own  j 

^  Makes  cur  fucceffive  princes  kind, 
'  And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind. 

7  Raife  monumental  praiies  high, 

To  him  that  thunders  through  the  fl<:y. 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 
2  [Pillars  of  Jailing  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war  J 

9  Thus  1st  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftidt  thoughts  and  loudeflfongs  ; 
Britain  pronounce  with  warmeft  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  ton(2;ues. 

10  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attem.pts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  : 
The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife. 
Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife.] 

H  Y  M  N    II.    C.  M. 

The  death  oj  ajinner. 

I  '\/rY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjeds  roll, 
xSjl  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed  i 
a  Ling'iing  about  thefe  mortal  fhores. 
She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
Death  fweeps  the  wietch  away. 
D  4 


lit  HYMN    III.  Book  11,; 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcends 

Down  to  the  fi'ry  coaft, 
Amongft  abominable  fiends  j 
Herleif  a  frighted  ghc-ft. 

4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  (inners  He, 

And  darkntiTs  makes  their  chains  ; 
Tonur*d  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  ^luiit  atone3, 
Nor  the  corapaflion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  deaths 
And  v/eli  infur'd  his  Icve  ! 

H  Y  ISI  N    III.     C.  M. 

T/:e  dejiii  arid  burial  of  a  faint, 

I  *f  JTHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  I 
\  V       Or  (hake  at  death's  alarms  I 
<Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms, 
a  Are  we  not  tending  upv/ard  too 
As  fail  as  time  can  move  ? 
Norfhou'd  we  with  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
5  ^Vhy  fliould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  fiefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume* 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd. 

And  foft'ned  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  fnould  the  dying  members  refl. 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afccnding  high, 


Book  II.  HYMN    IV.  117 

And  (hew'd  onr  feet  the  way  : 
yp'to  the  Lord  our  flefli  {hall  fly, 

At  the  great  riiing-day. 
6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found. 

And  bid  cur  kindred  rife: 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 

Ye  faints,  afcend  the  ilcies. 

HYMN    IV.     L.  M. 

Salvation  in  the  crofs. 

1  TTERE  at  thy  crofs,  ray  dying  God, 
XlL  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love. 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus  !  nor  fhall  it  e're  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightening  in  their  eyes. 
Nor  hell  fhall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence, 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  fhould  lie  : 
Relolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  mull  perifh,  there  to  die. 
-1  Butfpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 

Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  fliade  ! 

Thy  veng*an(ie  will  not  flrike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dares  my  foul  invade. 
:  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  fliall  lofe  their  aim  ; 

Ilofanna  to  my  dying  God  ; 

And  my  belt  honours  to  his  name. 
D  's 


li  HYMN    V.  Book  II. 

HYMN    V.    L.  M. 

Longing  to  praife  Chrift  hetler, 

LORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
roll 
O'er  the  Iharp  forrows  of  thy  f©iJ, 
And  read  my  Makers  broken  laws, 
RepairM  and.  honoured  by  thy  crofs  ; 
When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  lin, 
Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  ; 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dy*d, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father^s  fide  ; 
My  paiTions  rife  and  foar  above, 
I'm  wing'd  with  faith  and  fir'd  with  love; 
Fain  would  I  reach   eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  octes  that  Gabriel  lings. 
But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains. 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  ; 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Mufl  fall  below  thy  viiTtories. 
Well  the  kind  mirute  niuft  appear 
When  we  fliall  le.-^ve  thcfe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay  ;  and  mount  on  higr^, 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

HYMN    VI.     C.  M.| 

A  vio-niir.g  fang, 

ONCE  m.orc,  m.y  foul,  the  riling  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  him  that  rules  the  fl<ies.  " 
Night  unto  r.ight  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'nin  \vhich  he  fits, 
To  turn  the  feafor.s  round. 


Bookll.  H  Y  M  N    VII..  ii, 

3  *Tis  hefupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tODgue  (hall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fms  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  fiame. 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow*r  might  tread, 
i       And  I  could  ne'r  withftand  ; 

Thy  juftice  might  have  cruili'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  jBed 

Since  thelaitfetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'nell  out  my  thread. 
And  yet  my  mom.ents  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  n.y  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  I  enjoy  the  Hght ; 
Then  fhrJl  my  fjn  in  fnules  decline. 
And  bring  apleafant  nigfct. 

H  Y  M  N    VII.    C.  M. 

yf;;  evenvig  hpfiru 

I  ["pv  READ  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  fong 
X^     Like  l-oly  incenfe  life  ; 
Affift  the  eft' rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  ildes. 
a  Thro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard, 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  a:\vay 
Thy  m.ercy  flood  prepared.] 

3  Perpetual  bleflings  from  above 

Enccmpafs  me  around. 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ? 

4  V/hat  have  1  done  for  him  that  dy^d 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my'follies  multiply'd 
D  6 


^  no  HYMN    VIII.  Book  II. 

Fafl  as  my  minutes  loll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  relign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrelh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

H  Y  ]\I  N    VIII.    C.  M. 

An  hyirin  for  ijiornir.g  or  evening, 

I  TTCSANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
iTX     To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thouf'.nd  fnares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 
a  That  was  a  moft  am?.zing  pow'r 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day  and  ev'ry  hour. 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head. 

And  angels  guard  the  roOiii  ; 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  ailure 

That  we  fliall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  lin 

To  God's  avenging  law  ;        ^ 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ;  : 

Our  feeble  flefK  lies  fate  at  night, 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings.  '  .- 


Book  II.  HYMN    IX.    X.  121 

HYMN    IX.  X.  CM. 

Godly  forro<w    ariftng  from  the  fufferingT   oj 
Chrift. 

1  A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
JLJL     And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ; 
Woa*d  he  devote  that  facred  head 

For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  (lain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine. 

And  bath*d  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine. 

The  glorious  fufF'rer  ftood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan  d  upon  the  tree  ? 
Anaazing  pity  !  Grace  unknov/n  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hidej 

And  (hut  his  glories  in. 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  bluiliing  face. 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs. 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 
i  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  5 
*Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN    X.    C.  M. 

Parting  'with  carnal  joys, 

1  TVyTYfoul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
iVX     And  bids  the  world  farewell  5 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mifchieyous  as  helL 


X2^  HYMK    XL  Bpokll^ 

%  No  longer  wijl  I  aflc  your  love, 
jNor  feek'  yonr  fVie'ndfliip  more  ; 
The  happinefs  that  J  approve 
Is  not  within  your  pow'r. 
n    i'herc's  nothing  round  the  fpacious  earth- 
That  fuits  n=iy  large  defire  ; 
To  boundleisjcy  and  folid  mirth 
My  noblei  thgughts  alpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  ilojOd, 

From  lin  and  drofs  relmM, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  CpJ^ 
And  fit  to  eheer  the  mind.         ■  '  '  "  ■ 

5  Th'  alniigbty  ruhr  ,of  tlie  fphere 

The  Glorious  and  the  Great, 
Brings  his  ovvn  all-iuScience  tli^re. 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of- a. doTe> 

I'd  climb  the.heav^nly  road; 
There  fits  my  Savje-ur  drcfs'd  ia  lovt 
And. there  my, i'railiflg  God. 

li  Y  M  N    XI.    L.  M. 

I  T  Send  the  Joys  of  earth  away  ; 

1  Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind. 

Falfeas  the  fmooth  deceitful  lea, 

And  empty  as  the  whilliing  wind. 
a  Your  ftreams  were  floatirig  me  aloflg 

Xiown  to  the  gulf  of  black  clelpalr  ; 

Andv/hilil  I  liften'd  to  your  long| 

Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 
3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  paielUefs  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 

That  drew  me  from  thole  treach'jousftja's, 

And  JJid  me  feek.luperior  bJifs. 


Book  11.  HYMN    mh  t?j 

4  Now  to  the  nimin^7eali5fl's  ^o^e 
I  ilretch  my  hand?,  ?.nd  glance  r 
O  for  the  pinions  ff  fa  d(n-6,    ■ 
To  bear  me  to  the  tipper  fkles-l     , 

5  There  from  the  bofo^n  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pisa'farcs  toJ!  • 
There  would  \  Ex  hy  laft  abode, 
And  drovvn  the  forrows  ot  mf  f'- 

H  y  M  N    XIL     C/M. 
Chrift  //  ihejiibjlance&fths^Iaevnka^fri^h^jd^ 

I  'T^HE  true  Meifeah-  nQW  ap^earsj^ 
X      The  types  ara  all  wf^^iefrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  ihadows  and  th-sftaf  s 
Before  the  rifing  d-imj>    .   ' 
a  No  fmoking  fweets,  noF  bieedii^g.Iatikbi,: 
Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  fiai^^      ;    < 
Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  -OEmel^ 
WoTild  all  be  burnt  in  vaki. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  awa-y% 

His  mitre  and  his  vefb, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  dowi.  v.,  b\. 
The  offering  and  the  prieft. 

4  Me  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  fho'>i^ 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father  (he  cries)  forgive  their  fins^   ' 

"Forlmyfelfhavedy'd;" 
And  then  he  fhews  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 
D  8 


114        HYMN    XIII.  XIV.         BQo\i  11 

HYMN    Xlfl.     L.  M. 

The  creation^  prcfervaf'wn^  difjolution,  andrs. 
Jloraiion  of  this  luorld^ 

1   QING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies, 
O  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  ftately  frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife. 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

a  He  form*d  the  leas,  and  form*d  the  hills. 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  dufr, 
Kature  and  time  with  a!)  their  wheels, 
And  pufh*d  them  into  motion  firft. 

5  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on. 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  (hall  this  moving  engine  laft. 
Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in: 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft, 
To  fliake  it  all  to  dull  again  ! 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  iTiall  tear  the  fides. 
And  Hght*ningburn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

H  Y  M  N    XIV.      S.  M. 

The  Lord's  day.  or  delight  in  ordinances^ 

I       "f  TTELCOME  fweet  day  of  refV, 
W       That  faw  the  Lojd  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breafl, 
Andthefe  rejoicing  fyes ! 
a       The  King  himfeJf  comes  near, 
And  feafis  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  fit  and  fee  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray,  * 


Book  II.         HYMN    XV.  i2^ 

3  One  day  amidfl  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 

And  lit  and  fing  herfelf  away 
To  everlalling  blifs. 

H  Y  M  N    5V.    L.  M. 

T/}e  enjoyment  ^/Ghrift :  or  dd'tght  in  'worfhip^ 

I  17 AR    from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be 

T  gone, 

Let  my  rehgious  ho^jrs  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  ::iy  Saviour  fee  j 

I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee, 
a  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fir-e^  ■ 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  dehve  s 

Come,  my  dear  Jelus,  from  above. 

And  feed  my  foul  with  heav^ily  ]dv&. 

3  [The  trees  of  hfe  imnici'tal  fcand 
In  fragiant  rows  at  thy  right  band, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  -their  lide 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  gHd.e. 

4  Haile  then  but  v/ith  a  fmiliag  fa^ce.. 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  % 
Bring  down  a  taire  of  triitlv  divine 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wiri&.J 

5  Biefs'd  Jefus,  v.'hat  delicious  fare  ! 
rlow  fv/eet  thy  entertainments  are"  1 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above      - 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  iove, 

6  Hail  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  ftiine  i 

D9    y  ' 


ii6        HYMN    XVI.  XVII.       Book  II. 

Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  fpireft  one, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN     XVI.    I .  M. 

Pari  thefecond. 

7  T    ORD,  what  aheav*n  of  faving  grace 
X-<  Shines  thro*  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  paffions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 

3  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  1  can  feel  thy  glories  fliine, 
It  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

9  While  fuch  a  fcene  cl  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs. 
Here  we  could  fit,  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

10  Well,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coafts  of  perfed  light : 
Then  fhall  our  joyful  ienfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

11  [There  fhail  we  drink  fjli  draughts  of  blifs^ 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord  bellow 

A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  belov/. 
iz  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  lee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee.^ 

HYMN    XVIL    C.  M. 

God's  eternity. 


R 


ISE,  rife  my  foul,  and  leave  thegroundj 
Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 


Book  II.        HYMN    XVIII.  i: 

And  roufe  up  every  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God', 
a  Long  er«  the  lofty  fldes  were  fpread, 
Jehovah  fili'd  his  throne, 
Or  Adam  formed,  or  angels  made. 
The  Maker  liv^d  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne^er  decreafe 

But  ftill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity^s  his  dwelling  place, 
And  fver  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  paft. 
He  fdls  his  own  immortal  now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wail,e. 

5  The  lea  and  sky  muft  perifli  too. 

And  vaft  deftrudion  come  !      ' 
The  creatures— look  !  how  old  they  grow 
And  wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  flirink  all  away. 

And  flame  melt  dov/n  the  skies  ; 
My  God  fliall  live  an-  endlefs  day, 
When  the  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN    XVIII.  L.    M. 

fke.  mifiijlry  of  angels, 

I  TJIGH  on  ahill'ot'dazzling  light, 
XJ.  The  King  of -glory  Iprends  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

a  "  Go  (faith  the  Lordly*  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"Salute  the' virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 
*'  Make  hafte,  f  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
**  Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come." 

^Lukei.a6.    fLukeii.  13. 


128  II  Y  M  N    XIX.  Book  ir. 


5  Here  abrigkt  fquadron*  leaves  the  skies, 
And  thick  around  Eliiha  (lands  ; 
Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  fiies, 
And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter*s  f  hands 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  ofhofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wandering  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafl:s, 
Ln  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  +  Lord  f 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  cheerful  ha^le  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

H  y  M  N    XIX.    C.  M. 

Our  frail  hodiest  ami  God  our  perfcrver, 

1  T    ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
JLi  Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

What  feeble  things  v/e  are. 
a  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 

And  fiouriih  bright  and  gay; 
A  blafting  wind  fweeps  o'er'  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thouUnd  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  : 
Strange!  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fjpoorts  our  frame, 

The  God  that  bu-lt  us  firfl; 
Salvation  to  th' Almigiity  rame, 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duit.  .» 

5  [He    fpoke,  aad  itraight  our    hearts  add 

brains 

•  i  Kings  vi.  17.    f  Acls  xii.7.    iUebi,  14. 


BookIL  H  Y  M  N    XX.  12 

In  all  their  motions  rofe ; 
"  Let  blood  (faid  he)  flow  round  the  veins;" 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues^ 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs,    . 
Or  they  would  breath  no  more.] 

H  Y  M  N     XX.     C.  M. 

Backjlidings  and  returns  :  or  the  inconjiancy  of 
our  love. 

I  "I  TTHY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
VV      My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ?   - 
a  [Why  fliould  my  foolifh  paffions  rove  ? 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love. 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefuraes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pafs'd, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfaal  bait  to  felze  my  tafle, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms. 
Intrude  into  my  t.houghtlefs  heart, 
And  thurfl  m.e  from  chy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  loul 

That  I  fnould  leave  thee  fo  : 
.  Where  will  thofe  ^^^  afFedions  roll, 
That;  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promised  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 


'39  HYMN    XXI.  Book  11, 

And  I  am  drownMift  grhjf ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  nies  to  my  relief ; 
S  Seizing  my  foal  with  fweet  furprife  ; 
He  draws  with  loving  hands  ; 
Divine  compalTion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ! 

Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 

Rather  than  iofsthy  fjght. 

10  Make  hai>e,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breall.} 

H  y  M  N    XXL    L.    M, 

ulfongofpra'ife  to  God  thi  Redeemer, 

1  T   ET  the  old  heatJiens  tune  their  fbng 
JLi  Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  ; 

But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love, 
a  Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  ! 
Hov/  the  black  gulf  v/here  Satan  lies, 
YawiiM  to  receive  me  when  1  fell  ! 

2  Hov/  juflice  frown'd  and  vengeance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heavenly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 
4  Infinite  Lover  !  Gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  : 
Thy  wondrous  name  fhall  be  ador'd. 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heaven. 


Book  II,    H  y  n.  N    XXIL  XXIII.        13  s 
H  Y  M  1^    3tXII.    L,  M. 
IVith  God  isterrihh  rnajejly» 

I  'T^ERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'fl  on  high> 
X    How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand  I 
Thy  fi'ry  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Not  can  all  earth  or  hell  withliand. 

■X  This  the  old  rebel- angel  knew,  i 

Andfatan  fell  beneath  thy  fi-own  : 
Thine  aTrows  ftruck  the  traitor  thro'. 
And  weighty  veng'anee  funk  him  down* 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  ftill. 
And  roars  beneath  th*  eternal  load  ; 

*'  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  !"_ 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit. 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  ; 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet. 
Or  his  Itrong  hand  fhall  erulh  you  down. 

5  And  ye  blels'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  reverence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  his  heavenly  fervants  do  ; 

God  is  a  bright  and  Wning  flame. 

HYMN    XXm.    L.  M. 

1  hejigkt  of  God  and  Chrifl  in  heaven, 

I  TAESCEND  from  heav'n  immortal  Dove, 
XJ   Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wing% 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above  - 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things : 

a  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
Up  where   etertial  ages  roll. 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
An4  fruits  immortal  f  eail  th«  M. 


I3Z  H  Y  M  N    X:5eiV.        Book  IL 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  fits  our  Saviour  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4' Adoring  faints  around  Lim  Hand, 

And  thrones  and  pow*rs  before  him  fall  ; 
The  God  (bines  gracious  thro*  the  man, 
And  Iheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all  ! 

5  O  v/hac  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

Aad  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  king  ! 

6  When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear 
That  I  Ihall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongfl  'em  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  ling  and  love  i 

HYMN    XXIV.    L.  M. 

The  evil  of  Jin  viftble  m  the  Jail  of  angels  and 
men. 

I  WT  H  E  N  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the 
W  fldes,         •      . 

And  form'd  all  nature  witJi  a  word. 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife. 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

a  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan  a  tall  arch- an ge),  fate, 
Amongfl  the  morning  ftars  *  hefung, 
Till  fin  aeflroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate.  ^ 

3  ['Twas  fm  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  : 

"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  dowH, 
"  Son  of  the  morning  f  from  the  Ikies  I'* 

4  And  thus  our  two  firfl  parents  Hood, 

•  Job  x^^xyiiiy  7.       f  Iftiiah  xiv.  i»* 


Book  II.        HYMN    XXV.  13^,. 

Till  fin  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  rumM  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bo\v*r 
And  fpread  defliudion  all  abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoild  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief. 
That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breafl ; 
Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief! 

O  !  may  he  flay  this  treacherous  guefl. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  vidorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife. 
Thine  everlafting  arms  we  fing, 

For  fin,  the  monfler,  bleeds  and  dies. 

H  Y  M  N    XXV.  C.  M. 
Copiplaining  of  Spiritual  Jloth, 

I  TV /TY  drowfy  powers,  vWiy  deep  ye  fo  : 
IVJ.  Awake  my  fluggifh  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  ddll. 
a  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav*n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ilands. 

And  liars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  :flyingfrom  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  dov/n, 

And  labor'd  for  our  good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  jiUrchas'd  with  his  bleed! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  lie  fo  fluggifh  iiiil, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  -! 


134        HYMN    XXVI.  XXVn.  Book  II. 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th*  heavniyhill, 

And  iit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  Tnall  our  aftire  fiDirits  move, 

Upwards  our  Ibuh  fliali  rile  ; 

With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  lore 

\Te*ii  liyand  take  the  priz'S. 

HYMN    XXVI.    L.  M. 

God  invijihie. 

I   T  .OFvD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 
J-/  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O  !  *tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  h^li  way  to  God. 

%  Infinite  leagues  beyond  die  sky 
The  Great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
Wheie  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fiy, 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  ofj^iory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infuperably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  ficred  feet 
Subflantial  beams  of  gloomy  night.J 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above  ; 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

HYMN    XXVn.     L.  M. 

Praife 'je  hbiii  alibis  angels j  Pfalm  cxlviii.  z. 

I  /^  OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name  ! 

VJF  That  the  whole  heavenly  army  fears, 

That  fhakes  the  wide  creation's  frame. 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears, 
a  Like  flames  of  fire  hisfervants  are,! 

aVnd  light  furrounds  his  dweliirg-place  j 


Book  II.     HYMN    XXVIII.  1-5 

But  O  ye  fi^ry  flames  declare, 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 
5  *Tis  not  for  fich  poor  worms  as  wc, 
To  fpeak  lo  infinite  a  thing  ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  (hews  his  fmihng  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  : 
Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak  (for  you  feel  this  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  fpre  ads  thro*  all  your  franie  | 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above 

For  we  on  earth  have  loft  tfie  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juflice  too, 
That  infinite  right-hand  of  bis, 
That  vanquilh'd  Satan  and  his  crev\'', 
And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

7  What  mighty  florms  of  poifon'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  dreadful  jav'iins  nail'd  their  hear6s 
Fafl  to  the  racks  of  long  defpajr.] 

S  fShout  to  your  King,  ye  heavenly  hcfl. 

You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 

Firmly  ye  flood,  when  they  were  loit  ; 

Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.] 
9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fldes» 

Letev'ry  diflant  nation  hear ; 

And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 

let  humble  mortals  bov/  and  fear. 

H  Y  M  N    XXYIII.    C.  M. 

Death  and  eternity. 

'^. 
TOO?  dov/n,  my  thoughts,  that,ule  to 

rife, 
Conyerfe  a  while  with  death : 


'S 


136  HYMN.  XXIX.  Book  I 

Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
^•■'  And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 

His  pulfes  faint  and  fi^w; 
Then  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleftl  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu.  - 

3  But  Oh,  the  foul  that  never  dies  1.  , 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies/ 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  10  the  courts  where  angels  dwell,  ' 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair. 

5  And  niuft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  mull  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh. 

To  bear  it  lafe  above  ! 
Jeius,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand. 

My  naked  foul  I  trull : 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command^ 

To  drop  into  my  duft.  '      » 

HYMN    XXIX.    Q.M. 
Redemption  by  fr'ice  and  po^er. 

JESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part. 
Would  fouTid  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
,,/^d.ftfig  thy  bleeding  heart. 
'  Sjipj^  be  the  Lamb,  my  dear-eil  LorJ, 
j^pPWho  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
^nd  quench'd  his  Father's  Hanii'- 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 
,  The  Lamb  that  freeci  my  cap:: 
From  Satan's  heavy,  chains, 
And  fentthe  Uon  down  lo  hew' 


Book  II.         HYMN    XXX,  157 

Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 
4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceafing  piaife, 
While  angles  live  to  know  hisaame, 
Or  faints  to.feelhis  grace. 

H  Y.M  k    XXX,     S.  M. 

Heavenly  J9y  071  earth. 

I      /^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
vJ     And  let  our  joys  be  known  j 
Join  ia  a  fong\with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  faJh'ound  the  throne, 
s      The  forrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banifn'd  from  this  phce  : 
Religion  never  was  tiefign'd 
To  make  our  pleafmes  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 
That  never^knew  our  God, 

But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  v/hen  he  pleafe, 

That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky. 
And  manages  thefeiis  :] 

5  Th'^  av/ful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  aed  our  love  ; 

He  fhallfeud  down  his  heav'nly  powers 

To  carry  us  abcve.  j^ 

f;       T;.cre  .fijall  we  fee  his  face,      -    .% 

\rd  narer,  never  fin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  hrs  gfacc 

Diink  endltfs  picaluresln. 

Yes,  and  before  we  rile 

To  th:it  immortal  ftate. 
The  thoughts  of  fuch-  amazing  blifs 

i^hould  conftant  joys  create. 


12%  HYMN    XXXII.        Book  IL 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  : 

Cebilial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
Athoufand  facredfweets, 

Before  v/e  reacb.  the  heav*n^s^lds, 
Or  walk  the  golden  ilreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  thro'  Imnianuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN      XXXI.    L.  M. 

ChriflV  prefence  7?iakes  death  eafy, 

I  "\X7'^Y  ihould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die? 
VV     What  timorous  worms  we  mortals 

Deathjy^  the  gate  of  cnilefs  joy  [are! 

And  -fii  we  diead  to  enter  there, 
i  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  flrife, 

Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 

Still  we  flirink  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !  If  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  fhojld  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
FlyTearlels  thro'  death's  iron  g:ite, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  flie  pafs'd. 

4  Jefas  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  aSjdJUl^-pillows  are, 
While^gMlRTOml  1  lean  my  head; 

""  '"^he  my  life  out  fweelly  there. 


Bock  II.  H  Y  M  N    XXXII.  XXXIII.     139 

HYMN    XXXIl.     C.  M. 

Frailty  and  folly* 

I  TTOW  fiiort  and hafty  is  our  life  ♦ 
W     Hovv'  vaft  our  foul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenlelefs  mortaJs  vainly  ilrive 
To  lavira  out  their  years, 
s  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along. 
Without  a  moment's  Hay: 
Juft  like   a  ftory  or  a  fong 
V/e  pals  our  Jives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  inVites  us  home. 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
And  ever  hrjftning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deferve  the  deepeft  hell,    _ 

That  flight  the  joys  above  1  . 
What  chains  of  vengeance  fliould  v/e  feel, 
That  break  fu^h  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace. 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this   mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigji. 

HYMN    XXXIII.    C.  M. 

7  he  hkljed  /octet y  in  heaven. 

I  13  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
IX. .   Thro*  ev*ry  heav*nly  ftreet, 
And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fun 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 
a  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 
And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love."} 
3  There  on  a  high  majeftic  throne 


140  H  Y  M  N    XXXIV.        Book  11. 

Th*  Almighty  Father  reigns. 
And  fiieds  his  glorious  goodneis  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,   the  Saviour  (its, 

Arid  Ipreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  evening's  there,  nor  gloomy  nights. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  erer-!liir>ing  f^ies 

Behold  the  facred  Dove, 
While  banifti^d  fin  and  forrov/  iiics 
Froiii  all  the  reaiina  of  Jove. 
^  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints  and  f^raphs  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 
7  [But,  O  what  beams  of  hear' nly  grace 
Tranfport  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  f miles  from  Jefus^  face. 
And  love  in  ev*ry  fmile  1 J 
£  Jefus  !  O  when  fhall  that  dear  day. 
That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  fiiall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay. 
To  dwell  aniongft  them  there  I 

H  Y  M  N    XXXIV.  CM. 

Breath'mg  after  the  holy  Spirit  :  or  fervency  of 

devotion  defired. 

I   /^OME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
vJ  With  all  tliy  quiclL-mng  pow'rs. 
Kindle  a  Hame  of  facred  love- 
in  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
1  Look  hov/  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  tlitfe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  cm  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys.*^ 
3  in  vain  wc  tusi  our  formal  foncjs. 


BcoklU       HYMN     XXXY,  34 1 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife, 
Hofannas  ianguifti  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  dtyotion  dies. 

4  Depr  Lord  I  and  lliall  we  ever  Jive 

At  this  poor  dyiag  rate,     ■ 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thirse  to  us  fo   great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav*n]y  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  pow'rs, 
Come  (lied  abVoada  Saviout's  love, 
And  that  iliall  kindle  curs. 

H  y  M  N    XXX Y.     CM. 

Praifeto  Odd.  for  crsatkn  and  redemption^ 

I  T   ET  them  neglcft  thy  glory,  Lord., 
■  1  1  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  cur  loud  longs  Ihall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 
a  We  rp.ife  our  fnouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  thrcne; 
All  g]orv  10  the  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  ■'Tv/as  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  he  reilores  our  ruin'd  frame  j 
Salvation  to  the  Lord ! 

4  Hofanna  !  let  the  earth  and  fiiles 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vaJes.  reflect  the  yoiee. 
In  oaa  etercal  round. 


142  HYMN    XXVI.        Book  IL 

HYMN    XXXVL  S.  M. 

Chrift*s  intercejjlon. 

1      "^T^ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 
V\       T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  biood. 
a       Nofi'ry  veag'ance  now^ 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  : 
If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood. 
The  Saviour  fliews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ! 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by^ 
And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honour  fmg  ; 

Jelus  the  prieft  receives  our  longs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  found  his  glories  high  ; 

"  HoUnna  to  the  God  of  grace 
"  That  lays  his  thunder  by.^ 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above;" 

But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  ftrains, 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

7  How  jarring  and  how  low 
Are  all  the  notes  we  Irng  ! 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King.] 


l?K)ok  11.   KYMN  XXXVII.  XXXVIII.    14, 

HYMN    XXXVII.    C.  M. 

The  fame. 

I  T   IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th*  hea/nly  feats, 
jLi     Where  your  Redeemer  ftays 
Kind  Interceflbr,  there  be  lits, 
Ard loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays, 
a  *Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  tor  thee, 
And  /lied  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  flern  juftice  on  the  tree. 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  offerings  bring, 
The  priell  with  his  own  facrifice 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  papills  truft  what  names  they  pleafe. 

Their  faints  and  angles  boall ; 

WeS^e  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 

Nor  pray  to  th*  heav'nly  hoft.] 

5  Jefus  alone  fliall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne: 
He,  deareil  Lord  !  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev*ry  groan. 

6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

''  HofannaintheHigh'ft  !" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirirs  bring 
To  God  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

HYMN    XXXVIII.    C.  M. 

Love  to  God. 

I  TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reiga, 
XX  Where  love  infpires  the  breall: 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train, 
And  ftre^ngth?ns  all  the  reft. 


144  HYMN    XXXIX.        Book  I     '' 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain. 

And  all  in  vain  cur  fear; 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign j 
!f  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  *Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fv/ift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too  ; 
But  Satan  carnot  Jove. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  lings 

When  fiiith  and  hope  fhall  ceafe  .• 
*Tis  this  ihall  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  ourfmiiing  God. 

H  Y  14  N    XXXIX.    C.  M» 

TheJhortnefsaniTnifery  of  life, 

\  /*^UR  days,  alas  j  our  mortal  days 
vJ'     Are  iTiort  and  wretched  too  ; 
**  Evil  and/tfof,"  *  the  patriarch  fays  ; 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
a  *Tis  but  at  befl  a  narrow  bound 
That  heav'n  allows  to  men. 
And  pains  and  lins  run  thro*  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafie  ; 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fafl. 

4  Let  heav*nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

-And  call  her  to  the  ildes, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  rollj 
And  glory  never  dies. 
*  Cen.  xl^ii.  9. 


Bc.ok  II.  HYMN    XL,  145 

H  Y  M  N     XL.     C.  M. 
Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  mads  nvith  Chrlft. 

I  i^UR  God  !  how  firm  his  prornife  Hands  I 
\J  Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  £ice, 
He  trulls  ia  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 
1  Then  why,  ray  foul,  thefe  fad  complaintS| 
Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  fon. 

3  Beneath  his  f miles  my  heart  hath  liv^dj 

And  part  of  heaven  pcffelT'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  received, 
And  truil  him  for  the  refl. 

HYMN    XLL    L.  M. 

A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  n}:orU» 

I  [TTP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
U      And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly. 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  ray  foul. 

4  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly^ft. 
On  thy  kindv/ings,  celeftial  Dove  ! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th*  eternal  fides, 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  w^uld  be, 
How  defpicabie  to  my  eyes  !] 

4  Had  I  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  ; 
Vanilh,  as  tho'  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
$  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave  i 
I  fliould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  v/e  can  hear  a  fliaicing  leaf> 


14^        HYMN    XLII.  XLlir.     Bock  II 

While  rattling  thunders  rcund  us  roar* 
6  Great  All  in  All  !  Eternal  King  ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face. 
And  ail  my  pow*rs  (hall  bow,  and  fmg, 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

HYMN    XLII     e.  M. 

Delight  in  God. 
I  TV/fY  God,  whatendlefs  pleafures  dwel? 
IV J-  Above  at  thy  right  hai?d  i 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  iland  ! 
a  The  fwallovv  near  thy  temple  lies, 
And  chips  a  cheerful  note; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  thy  fldcsy. 
And  tunes  his  vv'arbling  thioat  : 

5  And  we,  when  in  thy  preferce.  Lord, 

We  fiiout  v.'iih  Joy iul  ronguf-s  ; 
Or  fitting  round  our  Father's  board. 
We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 
4  While  Jefus  fhines  with  quick'nmg  grace,- 
We  fing  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But  if  a  frown  beclcud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
5[Jull  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 
Bemoan  her  widow'd  flare, 
Wand'ring,  fl^ic  fiies  thro'  all  the  grcvs, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Jull  fo  cur  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reftleis  circles  rove, 
JuH  fo  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jeilis  hides  Iiis  love.] 


•N 


HYMN    XLHI.     L.  M. 
Qhnk^sfujerin^  and  glory, 

O  W  lor  a  tune  of  lofty  praifc 
To  great  Jehovah*3  equal  Son  \ 


BooklL  II  y  M  N    XLIV.  i^ 

Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

a  Sing,  how  he  hit  the  worlds  cf  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
Hov;  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlafling  bve. 
[Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth. 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  j 
He  camet*  atone  almighty  wrath  ; 
Jefijs,  the  Gcd,  was  born  to  die.] 
[Hell  and  its  Jions  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  nionlbers  fpiJt  ! 
While  v/eighty  lorrovvs  prels'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  cur  guilt.] 

r  Deep  in  the  (hades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  Captive  pris'iier  lay ; 
The  almighty  Captive  lelt  the  earth, 
And  role  to  everlafling  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  fliining  grace  ; 
See  wdiat  immortal  glories  (it 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

y  Amongfl  a  thcufand  harps  and  fongs 

'     Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues. 
And  echoes  thro*  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

H  Y  M  N    XLIV.    L.  M. 

nc/i :  or,  ike  vt?ig€ance of  Godi, 
1  T^riTH  holy  fear  and  humbler  fong, 
V  1/     The  dreadful  Crod  our  fouls  adore; 
Rev*rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pGW*r, 
a  Fai'  in  the  deep  where  darknefs  dwells 
The  land  of  horror  and  de/pair, 
Tuilice  hath  built  a  dilmal  hell, 
And  laid  her  flores  of  veng'ance  tbere. 
E  a 


14S        HYMN    XLV.  XLVI.    Book  It 

3  [Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks  and  li^ry  coals. 
And  darts  t'  infll<5t  jrijmorral  pains, 
Dipt  ill  the  blood oi  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan  the  fir'lt  li aner  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  Jiis  iron  bands  ; 
la  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  riie,    ■'"    y 
Crulh'd  with  the  weight  of  bjLh  thphaadsrf] 

5  There  guilcy  ghofts  Of  Ada.ii's  race  i 
Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod'; 
Once  tliey  couhi  fcorn  a  S.--vi3ur's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

4  Tremble,  my  iou!,  and  kifs  the  Son  ; 
Sifioer,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  dam  nation  hailens  on. 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  f^di. 

H  Y  M  N    XLV.    L.  M. 

God's  cjjid-ifcevjton  to  cu,r  ^'orffjip. 
I  ^^HY  favour's,  Lord,  furpni'e our  fouls'* 
X     Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  :" 

What  canll  thou  find  beaeath  the  poles 

To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ! 
a  Stili  might  he  fill  his'  ilarry  throrfey 

And  plerie  his  ears  with  Gabriels'sToags  ; 

But  th*  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 

And  bows  to  liearken  to  our  tongues. 
3  Great  God  ;  what  poor  returns  we  pay 

For  love  fo  iaiiaice  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay  .; 

But  thy  QompaiIioc*s  ail  divine. 

H  Y  M  N    XLVL    L.  M. 

God's  condtfccnfionto  hiwia)i  (iffairs, 
J  T  TP  to  the  Lordj  that  reigns  on  high, 
KJ    And  views  the  nations  from  afar,     . 
Leteverlafting  praifes  fly, 
Aed  tell  hgw  l^ge  his  bounties  are. 


Book  11.  H  Y  M  N    XLVII.  147 

a  [He  that  c?n  fhiake  the  worlds  he  made, 

Or  v'tth  his  vvorCjOr  with  his  rod  ; 

His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ; 

And  what  a  coridefcending  God  !] 
5  God,  that  mill!  ftoop  to  view  the  Ikies, 

And  bow  to  lee  what  an^>-els  do, 

Doun  to  our  earth  he  caits  his  eyes, 

And  bends  his  footileps  downward. tco.J 
jt  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  afi^airs ; 

On  humble  fculs  the  King  of  kings 

BeiLOwshiscounieis  and  his  cares. 
5  Our  farrows  and  car  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour. 

And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 
4  In  rain  might  lofty  princes  try 

Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ! 
,  For  worms  \yere  never  rais'd  fo  high 

Above  their  meanefc  fellow-worm. 
f  O  could  cur  thankful  hearts  devife 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace. 

To  the  third  heav'n  cur  fongs  fhould  rife. 

And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    XLVII.    L.    M. 
Glory  a?: d  grace  in  the  terfon  of  Chrifc. 
I  -^^OVV  to  the  Lord  a  nobie  fcng  ! 

JLN      Awake,  my  fcul,  awake,  my  tongue  : 

Hofanna  to  th*^  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  bounclefs  love  proclaim. 
E  See  v/here  it  fiiines  in  Jef>as'  face, 

The  brighteil;  image  of  his  grace; 

C?od,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Hath  all  his  niighticil  v.^crks  outdone. 
3  The  fpacious  earth  andfpreading  flood, 

Proclaimi  the  wife  and  pow'rful  Cod  ; 

And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
I>  :. 


150  n  Y  M  N    XLVIIT.        Book  Ui 

Sparkle  in  ev*ry  rolling  itar. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ilands. 
The  nohiell  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleafing  luftrd  of  his  eyes 
Outi'hines  the  wonders  cf  the  ikies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  iv/eet,  a  charming  theme; 
I'/Iv  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jellis'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  ibund  ! 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  iinvails  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  ail  his  beauties  you  behold. 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold! 

HYMN     XLVIII.     C.  M. 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  duitgerous, 

1  TTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  i 
XjL    How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifoa  too; 

Andev'ry  fweet  a  fnare.    . 

2  The  brigheft  things  below  the  flcy 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  l/iould  fufped  fome  danger  nigh 
Where  we  poflels  delight. 

3  Our  (kareft:  joys  and  nearell  friends 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'rlng  minds. 
And  leave  hut  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefsof  a  creature's  love, 

Ho'.v  ftrong  it  itrikes  the  fente  ? 
Thither  the  warm  afFeclioos  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  then  therc-3. 

5  Dv^ar  Saviour  !  Let  thy  be^autiesbe 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  conm.'-nd  my  heart  away 
From  a;l  created  good. 


SookIL      HYMN    XLIX.    L.  151 

H  Y  M  N    XLIX.     C.  M. 

Mefes  Jying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

DEATH  cannot  make  our  fouis  afraid 
If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  thro'  its  darkeft  (hade. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 
3  I  could  renounce  my  all  below. 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run.  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofesdid. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pif^ah's  top. 

And  view  the  prcniis'd  land, 
My  fie:}i  iaeif  would  long  to  drop, 
And  prav  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'dininy  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

1  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lof©  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

H  Y  M  N    L.    L.  M. 

Comforts  under  forronxfS  and  pains, 
1  TO'OW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 
>    XN     And  fnev/ my  name  upon  his  heart; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 
And  in  the  pieafure  lofe  the  fmart. 
But  O  !  it  fwe?ls  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  bleffed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  (ink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  ail  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 
Yet-  Vvhy,  ray  ioul,  v/hy  thefe  complaints  ? 
Sdll  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  ; 
Still  on  his  he?.rthe  beais  his  faints. 
And  feels  their  iorrows  and  his  love. 
INIy  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft^* 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  ; 
rd  rather  hare  it  there  imprefs'd. 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 
D  4 


tst  H  Y  M  N    LI.  Book  II' 

5  When  the  laftfire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  fnall  fecurely  flan'd, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
"Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father*s  hand. 

6  Now  fliall  my  minutes  fn-ioothly  riin, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  ; 
My  rifing  and  my  iet'ing  fun, 

Roll  gently  up  and  dowa  the  hill. 

H  Y  M  N    LI.    L.   M. 

God  ih  So?i  equal  ^jcith  the  FaiJ\'".  , 

1  T>RI  GHT  King  of  plory,  dreadful  God  f 

aJ  Our  fpirits.  bow  before  thy  feat ; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  vvorlhip  at  thine  awful  feet, 
a  [Thy  pow'rhath  fcrm'd,  thy  w-ifdoni  fways 

All  nature  with  a  fcv'reign  word  : 

And  the  bright  world  of  flars  obeys 

The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
A*ndfmilinc[  fit  at  thy  right-hand  ; 
Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  veng'ance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs  Itrong  and  bright 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 
But  who  amongft  the  fons  of  hght 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  cne  of  himian  frame, 
Jefus,  array 'd  in  fiefli  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  [Their  glory  fliines  with  equal  bean.s, 
Their  efTe nee  is  for  ever  cne  : 

Tho*  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
The  father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
J  Then  let  the  name  (if  Chrifl  our  King  ' 
With  equal  honours  b.'^  ador^'d  \ 


Book  II.     HYMN    LII.  LIII.  153 

His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  ling. 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

HYMN    LH.    C.  M. 
Death  dreadful  or  delightful 
I   "p^EATfiL  1  'tis  a  melanchaly  day 
jlJ     To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forced  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode, 
a  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes ; 
But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain. 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  (Ides, 
To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 
2,  Awake  and  moarn,  ye  heirs  of  hell  ; 
Let  llubborn  finners  fear  : 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  v.'ide  for  you, 

And  ilafhes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  dov/nward  too, 
And  ling  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love 

That  promised,  heaven  to  me. 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right-hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  fome  celeitial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  av/ay . 

HYMN     LIH.     C.  M. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  '  or,  earth    and 

heaven, 
I   T    ORD,  what  a  vJretched  land  is  this, 
A-'  That  yields  us  no  fapply. 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholeibme  trees, 
Nor  ftiiearas  of  living  joy  ? 
D5 


t54  H  Y  M  K    Lllf.  Eook  II. 

a  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  nil  the  grounds, 
And  mortals  poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  thro*  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  cnmre;and. 

4  [Our  fouls  fhall  tiec:d  the  defert  thro* 

With  undiverted  feet: 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  f'ubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet  ] 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  bsa^s  of  prey 

Around  the  foreft  roam  ; 
Bat  Judah*s  Lien  guards  the  v/ay, 
And  guides  the  lirangers  honie.] 

6  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below. 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlafting  day.] 

7  [By  glimm*ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  facred  road, 
Thro*  difmal  deeps  and  dang*rous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  iipwarcl  foil ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  tlie  way?, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

9  [Seethe  kind  angels  at  the  gfites. 

Inviting  us  to  come  ; 
There  Jefus  the  fore-runner  waits, 
To  welcome  trav*ilers  home!] 

10  There,  on  a  preen  and  fiow'ry  mount 

Our  weary  fouls  fliall  fit, 
And  with  tranlporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 
It  [No  vain  difcourfe  fhall  fill  our  tongue, 
Nor  trifles  vex  otr  ear  j 


Scok  II.        H  Y  M  N    LIT.  15^ 

Infinite  grace  iliall  be  cur  fcng. 

And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
iz  Eternal  glory  to  the  king 

That  brought  us  faf  ely  thro', 
Our  tongue  fhall  never  ceale  to  fing, 

And  endlefs  praife  renew. 

HYMN      LTV.    C.  M. 

God*/  prefence  is  light  hz  darknefi 

1  Tl/TY  God!  the  fpringofall  my  joys, 
iVl    The  life  of  my  delights. 

The  glory  of  my  brightefl  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights! 

2  In  darkeit  ihades  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  I 
He  is  my  lours  fweet  morning  ftar. 
And  he  my  riimgfun. 

3  The  op'ningheav'ns  around  me  fhiae 

With  beams  of  lacred  biifs, 
While  Jefj?  fhews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifpers,  "  1  ?m  his!" 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  (hining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearefl  Lord. 

5  Fearlels  of  hell  and  ghaitly  death, 

I'd  break  thro'  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  v/irgs  of  love,  and  arm.s  of  faiih, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  thro*. 

HYMN    LV.    C    M. 
Frail  life  and  fucceeding  ctermty, 
X  fT^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  nam  e  I 
X      And  humbly  own  to  thee. 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
a  [Our  wafling  lives  giowfhorter  ftill, 
D  6 


156  H  Y  M  :\     LVI  Book  H. 

As  months  and  days  mcreafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulie  we  tell 
Leaves  bat  the  nunber  Ids. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  ilea's  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 
What'er  we  do,  where  *er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grive.] 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick,  thro'  all  the  ground, 

To  pufn  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  iierce  difcafss  wait  around, 
To  hurry  morLals  home. 

5  Good  God!  on  v/hat  a  flender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  al;  the  dead, 

Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 
6-  Inlinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 

Atten  Is  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcer'd  we  go 

Upon  tiie  brink  of  death  i  ^ 
7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowl'j^fenfj, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN    LY\.     G.  M. 

T^(,'  inlfer^  of  being  without  God  in  this  nvorld: 

OFy  vain  profperi'j. 
I  "VfO)  Tfhall  envy  them  n  J  more 
1  >      Who  grow  prcfindy  great, 
Tho*  thev  increafe  their  golden  ftorc, 
And  ril^  to  wondrous  height. 
a  They  tafle  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they  m^iy  fearch  the  creature  thro', 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 
s  Shake  oiF  the  thoughts  of  dying  top, 
And  think  your  life  your  Gwn, 


Book  11.         H  Y  M  N    LVII.  15? 

But  death  comes  hail*ning  on  to  yoia, 
To  mow  your  glory  dov/n. 

4  Yes,  you  mull  bow  your  Itately  head, 

Away  your  fpirit  files, 
And  no  kind  angei  near  your  bed 
To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 

5  Go  now,  arid  boaii  of  all  your  {lores, 

And  tell  how  bright  you  fhine  : 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  are  your's. 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine 

HYMN      LVII.    L  M. 

The  pleafures  of  a  good  conjcieiice* 
3  T    ORD,  how  fecure  and  blefk'd  are  they 
JLi  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon*d  fin  i 
Should  frorms  of  wrath  ilvake  earth  and  I'ea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  wltiiin. 
a  The  day  glides  Iweetly  o^er  their  heads. 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  foft  and  filent  as  the  fnades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fwitt  away  : 

Their  fouls  are  ever  blight  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fiimmer  evnings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles 
Sit  undiftrurb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  out  golden  toys, 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  Ihare  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  Vv^ornis  and  moles^ 
Liegrov'lingin  the  dull  belo\v4 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls  ! 

And  we*ll  afpire  to  glory  too. 
D  7 


j£        H  Y  M  N    LVIir.  LIX.       Bock  11. 

HYMN     LVIII.    C.  M. 

The  Jliortnefs  ^flije^  afid  the  good?iefs  c/God. 

1  '^piME  !  what  an  empty  Tapour'^tis  I 

jL      And  days,  how  fwift  they  2re  I 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  fl-iooting  frar* 

2  [The  prefent  moments  jufc  appear. 

Then  Hide  away  in  halle, 
■  That  vve  can  never  fav,  *'  They're  here  ;'^ 
But  oriy  lay' «  Tiity're  pall"] 

3  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  mgh  : 
The  moment  v/hen  our  Jives  begin, 
We  all  bjEgin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  ffeeting  days 

Thy  lafiing  favours  Ihare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grac'e 
Thou  load'fl  the  rol.'ing  year, 

5  'Tis  lov'ieign  mercy  finds  us  food. 

And  we  are  clotjh'd  with  love  : 
While  grace  ftands  pointing  cut  the  road,. 
That  leads  our  iouls  above. 

6  His  gocdnei's  runs  an  endlcls  round  j 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  / 
His  mercy  never  knows  abound  j 
And  b:  his  name  ailor'd  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  ialtingfong  ; 

And  when  we  dole  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praiiepiolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

H  Y  M  >]     LIX.     C.  M. 
Parad'ifeon  eartJj. 
LORY  to  God  t.'ir^t  walks  thefl^y, 
-s^'    And  fends  his  b'lefnn^  thro*  ; 
That  tells  his  iaints  of  joysOnhigh, 

Aifid  gives  a  tafte  below. 
[Glory  to  God  that  Hoops  his  throne, 
Thatduft  and  woriTfS  may  fee*t, 


G 


Book  II.  H  Y  M  N    LX.  159 

And  brings  a  glinipfs  of  glory  down. 
Around  his  lacrsd  feet. 

3  Wiien  Chrift,  with  all  his  Graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav*n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  :he  bud. 

4  A  blooming  Paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defert  fprings, 
And  ev'ryienle  I  ilraight  employ 

On  fvveet  celsflial  things. 
,5  Wiiitelilie;  all  around  appear. 

And  eich  his  glory  file ws  ; 
TheRof^of  Sliaron  b]clf3ms  here, 

The  faireit  iiow'r  that  blows. 
6  Cheerful  1  feallon  heav'nly  fruit. 

And  drink  the  pleafures  down, 
Pleafures  that  How  hard  by  the  foot 

Qf  che  eternal  throne.] 
;  But  ah  !  how  loon  my  joys  decay  ! 

Ho\v  foon  my  lias  anfe  i 
And  fnatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 

Fionj  thefe  lamenting  eyes. 

8  Whea  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jelus,  when 

The  flihiing  day  appear. 
That  I  ihali  leave  thole  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknef?  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields  abc^ethe  fkies, 

My  haily  feet  v/ould  go, 
There eyerlafting.^ow'rs  arife,  . 
And  joys  un withering  grow. 

H  Y  M  N    LX.     [L.  M.] 
ThstrtLth  of  God  t-ke  proynipr  :  or^  the  promijc^ 

ars  our  fscnrify . 
1   T)RATSE,  everlaiting  praife  be  paid 

X       To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
D  8 


fo  HYMN     LXI.         EookiL 

Sway  the  creation  aahe  pleafa. 
1  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  hisuord, 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
lie  feis  his  kindelt  proniiles. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,and  fpread  theilcies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pcw'rful  asthat  found 
That  bid  the  neAV  made  world  go  round  : 
And  ilrcnger  than  the  foiid  poles,' 

On  which  the  wheel  cfnamre  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  Ihould  doubts  and  fears  arile  X 
Why  trickling fcrrows  drown  our  eyes  \ 
Slowly,  alas  !  cur  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  cur  Maker  gives, 

6  O  for  a  llrong  andlafting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith ! 
T^  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own  : 

']  T]-t>R,  fiiould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fhake. 
Andpil  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Oiar  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  vhen  billows  roar. 

8  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  ikies, 
Where  the  Eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  fourtshis  pow'r  iuftain?. 

II  Y  M  N    LXT.    C.  M. 

/i  thought  of  death  aiid  ^'Icry, 

1  TV  /j  Y  foul,  come  nieditaie  the  day, 

.  }Si.   And  thick  how  near  it  Hands, 
When  thou  mufi:  quit  thi*houie  of  clay, 
And  fiy  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view, 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 


Book  II.        HYMN    LXII.  i(Ji  X:; 

■  Tins  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
V/iiene'er  the  lummons  come.] 
2  O  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  llead ; 
Then  would  ourfpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead  ; 

4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  faints  above. 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  iliould  lore 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [Hov/  we  (hould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  iic!li, 

Thele  fetters,  and  this  load  : 
And  long  for  evening  to  undrefs. 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 

6  V/e  fliould  aim  oil  forfakc  our  ciay 

Before  the  fammons  come. 
And  pray,  and  wi(h  our  fDuIs  av/af 
To  their  eternal  home, 

HYMN    LXIL     C.  M. 

6o.i  fh:^  tlund^rer  ;  ovj  the  laji  jud'^ment  and 

hell* 

1  Q ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  hcav'nly  hofts  ; 
^y    And  thou>  O  earih,  adore  j 

Let  death  arid  hell  tliro'  all  their  coafls 
■Stand  trembling  a?  his  paw'r, 

2  His  Icunding  chariot  fnakes  the  Iky  : 

Hs  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 
There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie. 
Till  vengea^ice  darts  them  down. 
5  Kis  Rcflrils  breathe  cut  f'ry  flreaTiJ, 
And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'reigQ  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

*   Made  in  a  great  flcrtn  of  thunder,  AiUg. 
:io,  1697. 

B  9 


1 62      H  Y  M  N    LXIII.  LXiV.     Book  II, 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

V/hen  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  flcy,  aad  burn  tlie  fea. 
And  fiiflg  his  ^vrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  iRall  the  wretch,  thelinner  do  : 

lie  once  cefy'd  the  Lord  : 
But  he  (hall  dread  the  thund'rer  nov/, 
Anji  (ink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fne  fliall  roll 

To  blail:  the  rebel  worra, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  fbrJ 
In  on e  ete rn al  (i. arm . 

^.       li.  Y  M  N    LXIII.  .  C.  ivi. 
\:  y^  Juneral  tkoii^^t. 

A^RK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  foundj 
My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 
'ye  living?  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
" .  Where  you  muft  fhortjy  lie. 
%'•'  Prin-c^s,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
'■^^  fn  fpite  of  all  your  tov/'rs  ; 
"  The^tall;  the'wiie,  the  rev'rend  head, 
*•  Muft  lie  as,  low  as  ours." 
3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  ftil!  feCiire  ! 
Still  walking  downwar^to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepareilorhcre  I 
A  Grant  us  the  pow'is  of  quick'ning  grace^ 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  tjv  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 

...^-^"^'^M-N  Lxiv;  .L.  y  •■ 

'''^*'  "God  the  glory  ami  tie  defe'-ce  c;  . , 

5  Tl  APPY^the  church ,  thou  facrcd  pia  '. , 

W     The  il^atof  llvy  Creator's  j-rrice  ', 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  aWde  ; 

Tliou  earthly  palace  of  cur  Gcd. 


Book  U.         H  Y  M  N    LXV.  -i6^vl 


»3^ 


2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,r'.'id  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  v/a  iiors  waits  ; 
Islor  fhalUhy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foe? in  vain  deiigns  engage, 

A  gain  ft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  ; 
Like  riling  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dafli  and  die  upon  the  Ihore. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell ; 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell  ; 
His  arms  erxibrace  this  happy  ground. 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  ihield,  and  God  our  fun  j 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  hefceds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  re  fled:  his  brightell  praife. 

H  Y  M  N     LXV.    C.  M. 
J  h  hopes  of  heaven  cur  fupport  unde*-  trials 

earthi 
I  "VTTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
V V       T  o  manlions  in  the  flcies, 
1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 
And  wipe  my  v/eeping  eyes. 
%  Should  earth  againri:  mv  foul  engapf^ 
And  hellifli  darts  be  hurPd, 
Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
J  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  co:T:e, 
"    And-itormr;  oiforrov;  fall  ; 
JMay  T  but  fafely  reach  my  hope, 
f.Iy  God,  my  heaven,  my  all  ; 
'J':.cre  (hall  1  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  feas  of  heavenly  reft. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
.^-cro/s  my  peaceful  breaft. 


j64      hymn    LXVI.  LXVII.    Book  If. 

II  Y  M  N    LXVI.    CM. 

A  prof  pen  of  heaven  makes  death  eafy» 
I  ^T^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
X    Where  faints  iraniortal  reign  : 
Infinite  day  exchides  the  night,  ^ 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 
a  There  everlafliiagfpring  abides. 
And  never-with'ring  flowVs  : 
Death,  Hke  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
5  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 
Stand  drefsM  in  living  green  : 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  ftood, 
While  Jordan  roU'd  between. 

4  But  tini'rous  mortals  ftart  and  (brink'. 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea  ; 
And  linger,  fhiv'rlng  on  the  brink. 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  !  Could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife,    ■  - 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  lovi:, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  vievv' thelandfcape  o*er, 
Not  Jordan's  fcream^s,  nor  death's  cold  Hood 


H  Y  M  N     LXVII.  C.      M. 
God's  eternal  dovmiior.. 

GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  1 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatur£s  bow. 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
\  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Ere  feas  or  flars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever  living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
3  Nature  aad  time  quite  naked  lit 


Book  II.        H  Y  M  N    LXVIII,  165  \ 

To  thine  immenfefurvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky. 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  \vith  all  its  yearsj 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  : 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  tviHing  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undiiturb'd  affiirs. 

6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  Vv'orms  are  we  / 
Let  the  v.'hole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

HYMN    LXyilL     C.  M. 

Tke  hu7?ible  ivorjhip  of  heaven, 

1  "pATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
IT      The  place  of  thine  abode  : 

rd  leave  thine  earthly  courts  and  flee 

Up  to  thy  leat  my  God  1 
%  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face, 

And'cis  a  pleafing  fight  ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 

Is  infinite  delight. 

2  Vd  part  vvith  all  the  joys  of  fenfe. 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafure  fprings  frelh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hoils  areieen, 

In'ihining  ranks  they  move. 
And  driak  immortal  vigour  in 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  av/fui  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  fhrink  to /7;?/Zv/J^  there, 
Befor^e  th' eternal  All. 


i66  H  Y  M  N    LXIX.  Book  II 

6  There  1  would  vie  with  all  the  holt 

In  duty  and  in  blil's  ; 
Vv^hile  lefs  than  7iothing  I  could  boaft, 
Kxxdivanity*  confels.j 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  1  hnk,  my  joys  fliall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

HYMN    LXIX.  C.  M. 

"7 he  fciithfulnefs  of  Gcd  in  the  proviifer. 
I  [X>  E  G  1  N,  *'my  tongue,  fome    heav'nly 
-fi.J  tb.eme, 

And  fpeak fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  cur  eternal  king, 
s  Tell  of  his  wond^rous  faithf  ulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  ihe  f  weet  promife  of  his  grace. 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

**  For  wretched  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  peia. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 

The  mighty  promife  fliines  ; 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  evcrlafting  lints.] 

5  [He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death. 

And  make  them  when  he  pleale  ; 
He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  aiong^. 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

*  Ifaiah  xl.  17. 


Book  II.        H  Y  IM  N    LXX.  167 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread," 
And  heav'n  was  llretch'd  abroad  : 
«  Abra^m  I'll  be  thy  God/'  he  faid: 
And  he  was  Abra'm's  God. 
S  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 
But  whifper,  "Thou  art  mine  I" 
Thofe  gentle  words  fliouid  raife  my  foHg 
To  notes  alnioft  divine. 
9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
Ard  think  my  heav'n  fecure  ! 
I  trufl  the  all-creating  voire, 
And  laithdeiires  no  more.3 

HYMN    LXX.    L.  M. 

GodV  do7ninion  over  the  fea^  Pfalm  cvii.  i|., 

&c. 

1  /^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thundering  voice 
VJT  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  f 
And  one  foft  word  oFthy  command 
Can  fink  themfilentin  the  land. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod. 

The  lea  divides  and  owns  its  God  i 
The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  thro'. 

3  The  fcaly  flocks  amidft  thefea, 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay; 
The  meaneil  fifh  that  fwims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep. 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  pcrmiffion  fport  and  play. 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempell  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  ftill  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
Andfpouts  the  ocean  to  the  sky,] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  \ 


168  HYMN    LXXI.  Book  IL 

Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  !  refufe  their  Maker*s  praile. 

7  [Whatfcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  afong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  Im'ooths  the   tid?. 

S  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves. 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  : 
Yet  the  farviving  crew  b'afpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  that  refcued  them»] 

9  O,  for  fome  fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 

Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  (hake  the  land  : 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  lefc  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  sky. 

From  theXxxth  to  cviiiM  Hymn.  1  hope  the 
reader  nvill  forgive  the  neglect  of  rhyme  in  the 
firji  and  third  lines  oj  the  Jianza, 

HYMN    LXXI.     C.  M. 

Praife  to  God  fro7n  all  creatures, 
I  "^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
1.    Mvjoyfal  voice  fhallling, 
And  cafl  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King, 
a  *Twas  his  right-hand  that  fliap'dour  clay, 
And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  vvorfhip  with  our  tongues  ; 
V»'"e  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  skies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev*ry  fhape, 

And  fowls  ofev^ry  wing. 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honpyr  {liiine, 


Book  IT.        HYMN     LXXIL  169 

And  wheels  oF  nature  roll  : 
Praife  him  in  your  unweaiied  courfe 

Around  the  fteady  pole. 
6  Thebrightneis  of ourniaker-'s  name    ., 

The  wide  creation  fills,  ^ 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 

Beyond  di'  heay'nly  hills. 

HYMN    LXXII.    C.  M. 

T.'v  Lord's   day:  or,  the  refurreciion  GfChil^, 
I  I^LESS'D  morning,    whole  young  dawn- 
j3  ing  rays 

Beheld  our  rifing  God  ; 
That  law  him  triu.Tiph  o'er  the  duft. 
And  leave  his  laft  abode! 
i  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revo'ving  skies  had  brought 
The  tliird,  th*  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  fleeping  conqueror  arofe, 
And  burll  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighiy  Lord, 

Thefefacred  hours  we  pay. 
And  loud  Hofannas  fhall  proclaim. 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  Piling  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring.] 

HYMN    LXXTTI,     C.  M. 
Dcuhts Scattered',  or,  fpiritual  joy  rejlored. 
i  T  JENCE  from  my  foul   fad  thoughts  be 
JTl.  And  leave  me  to  m^^joys  ;  [gone, 

^^^y  tongue  (hall  triumph  in  my  Goci, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 


I 


t?6  H  Y  M  N    LXXIV.        Book  II. 

a  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veiled  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace  with  fliining  rays 

Dilpell'd  my  gloomy  fears.  j 

3  O,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt,  | 

And  raptures  all  divine;  v' 

When  Jefus  told  me,   I  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved,  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul. 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
R-vivesmy  joys  again. 

HYMN    LXXrV.     S.  M. 

R&pS7itance  from  a  fenfe  of  divine  g.:odnefs  :  or^ 
complaint  i>f  ingratitude. 
S  this  the  l;ind  return. 
And  thelc  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blellings  flow  ! 

To  what  a  flubborn  frame 

Hath  Jin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 
What  flrange  rebellious  wretches  we. 

And  God  as  llrangely  kind  / 

[On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

bhed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  flvles  their  circi^is  run 

To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  rhen  ; 
But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutiih  things, 

Reject  his  eafy  reiRn.]  • 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  louls  afrcPii ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftonc, 

And  give  us  hearts  of  ilelh. 

Let  paft  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 


'  Bock  II.         K 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Letkourly  thanks  arife. 

HYMN    LXXV.    C.  M. 
Spiritual  and  eternal  joy  :    cr  the  beatific  fight 

of  Chrift. 
I  TT'ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fnall  rife, 
JL      And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fides, 
And  all  created  bounds, 
s  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  out-brave  / 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind. 
And  liy  beyond  the  grave. 
5  There,  where  my  blelTed  jefiis  reigns 
In  heav'n's  unmeafur'^dfpace, 
V\\  ipend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  m  praife. 
3  r.Iiiiions  of  years  my  v/ond*ring  eyes 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jeius!  tv'i  y  fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefh  endear mems  bring ; 
/And  thonfand  tafles  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  ipring. 

6  Kalle,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  blelsM  abode  ; 

Fly,  for  my  Spirit  longs  to  fee 

My  Saviour  and  m.y  God. 

HYMN    LXXVI.    C.  M. 

1'he  refurreclion  and afcenfion  r/'Chrifl<, 
I  TTOSANNA  to  the  prince  of  Light, 
'  Xl    That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay ; 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  av/ay. 
a  Death  is  no  more  the  King  of  dread, 


I7»  HYMN    LXXVir.        Book  H 

Since  our  immanue)  rofe; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellilli  foes 

3  See  how  the  Cooqu'roi  mounts  aloft, 

And  to' his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  jflefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  blelTings  down  ; 
Ourjefusfills  the  middle  feat 
Or  the  celeflial  throne. 

5  [Raife  your  devotion,  m(.rtal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  longs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
C  Bright  Angels,  ilrike  your  loudeft  flriii^s, 

YourTweetell  voices  raife ; 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 

Sjund  our  Imnianuel's  praiic.] 

HYMN    LXXVir.    L.  M. 

The  ChrijTian  ivarfare. 

1  [qTAND  up,  my  foul,  Ihake  off  thy  fears, 

O    And  gird  the  golpel  armour  on  ; 
INIarch  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  g'c-at  Captain  Saviour's  gone, 

2  Hell  and  thy  (ins  refiftthy  courfe. 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanqaifhVd  foes  j 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  then  to  the  crofs. 
And  fang  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.] 

3  [What  tho'  the  prince  of  darknefs  ra^e, 
And  vv^alle  the  fiiry  of  his  fpite  ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fi'ry  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lulls  rebel  ; 
*Tis  but  a  ftrug^^ltng  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  vi<floriou3  gr.ice 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  aod  end  the  itrife.] 


Book  II.      HYMN    LXXVIII.  173 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forwiird  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  cor.qu'rors  wait. 

6  There  faali  1  wear  a  ilarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  Ikies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  prailc. 

HYMN    LXXVIII.    C.    U, 
ilede^Npfion  by  Chriil. 
J  TTTHEN  the  firil  parents  of  our  race 
V  V     Rebell'd  and  "loft  their  God, 
And  the  infedion  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  cur  blood  ! 

2  Infinite  pity  touched  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heavenly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  mcfl  divine  array, 
And  wrapped  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem-'d  unhappy  men. 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  fiefh  and  foul 

V\~e  joyfully  refign  ; 
Elefs'd  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thv  honour  fnail  for  ever  be 

The  bufinefsofour  days, 
For  ever  fiia])  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thydefcrved  praife. 


174  HYMN    LXXIX.        Book  If- 

HYMN    LXXIX     C.  M. 

Praife  to  the  liedeeyner, 
I  pLUNG'D  in  agulph  cfdarkdefpalr 
i       We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  bi  am  of  hope. 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
a  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief ; 
He  faw,  and  (  O  amazing  love ! ) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  fhining  feats  above, 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter 'd  the  grave  in  mottal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoird  the  pow'r  cf  darknefs  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  : 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From  everlafting  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  bailied  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  proje(ft  tries  ; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  Haves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  skies,] 

6  O  I  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafcing  lilence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifcs  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praiie  thee,  dearefl  Lord  ! 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Holanna  round  the  Ipacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name.] 

8  Angels  !  alTiftour  migluy  joys, 

vStrike  all  your  harps  of  (jold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  highefl  note^. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


Eookll.  H  Y  M  N    LXXX.  LXXXI.     r;, 

H  y  M  N     LXXX.     S.    M.  ^ 
God's  aivful  poiver  and  goodnefs, 
I  /^H  !  the  almighty  Lord  ! 
^^  How  matchlefs  is  his  poW'^r  ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
a        Let  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
Crouch  to  his  Feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  fhall  tread  you  down, 

3  Above  the  fKies  he  reigns. 
And  with  amazing  blows 

He  deals  uniuiterable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes 

4  Yet,  everlaitiRg  God! 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod. 
The  iceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  lovs 
Defend  our  Sion  weU, 

Andheav'nly  mercy  vmIIs  us  round 
From  Babvlon  and  Hell. 
^        Salvation  to  the  King 

That  fits  enthron'd  above  : 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might. 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

H  Y  M  N  LXXXL     CM. 

Our  Jin  the  caufc  ^Chrift'j-  death. 
1     A  ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
-^~A-  Now  I  begin  to  fee  ; 
0;i  the  curs'd  deeds  my  {ins  have  done! 
What  murderous  things  they  be  ! 
»- Were  thcfe  the  traitors,  deir eft  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore? 
Monflers,  that  ftain*d  thofe  heav*nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purpie  gore! 
3  Wasit  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 


176  HYMN    LXXXII.        Book  IL 

My  dearefl  Lord  was  ilain, 
V/hen  juitice  ieiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  fjul  to  pain. 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace: 

V\\  wound  my  God  no  more: 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fins  be  gone. 
For  Jefus  1  adore. 

5  Furnilli  me.  Lord,  with  heavViiy  arnrw. 

From  gi ace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war  ' 
With  ev*ry  darling  fin. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXn.    C.  M. 

Rede??:ptiGn,  ajid prcteSficn  jrom  fpiritual 

I    A  RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  powers, 
XX  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 
a  He  rais*d  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin. 
The  gites  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  Itanding  more  lecure 
Tiaen  *twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafling  love- 

Beneath  my  foul  he  placed, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footilepi  fad. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefPd  abode 

Is  wali'd  around  vv^ith grace; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  {lands 
To  fliield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  mav  vent  his  (harp: it  fpit", 

And  all  his  legions  roar; 
Almighty  mercy  guatds  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 

6  Ariie,  my  loul,  awak*,  mv  v.ucc, 

And  times  of  pieafnre  fing  ; 


Bcokll.  HYMN  LXXXIir.  LXXXiV.    177 

Loud  hallelv.jahs  fhal]  addrefs 
Myfavioiir  and  my, King, 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXIII.    C.  M. 

YhepaJJion  arid    exaltation  o/ChriU. 
I  'T^IiUS  laith  the  ruler  of  the  Ikies, 
X      "  A'.vake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
**  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
"  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 
1  Veng'ance  received  the  dreadcemmand. 
And  armed,  down  he  flies  ; 
Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand. 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  O  !  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  veng'ance  now; 
He  dies  tofave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  tec. 

4  A  pel  Ion  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  flainj 
That  he  cculd  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again, 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high  ; 

Let  ev'fv  nation  fing.  ^ 
And  angels  Ibund  with  endlefs  joy 
The  Saviour  aud  the  King. 

H  Y  M  N  ^LXXXIV.    S.  M. 

^kejame. 
I       /^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Vj    Y(>ur  nobleft  muhc  bring, 
*Tis  Chi  ill  the  everlafting  God, 
And  Chilfc  the  man,  we  ling. 
a      Tell  hovv'  r^e  took  our  liefn, 
To  take  avvay  our  guilt  : 
Sing  the  derr  drops  of  facred  blood 
Thar  heliifh  monfters  fpilt. 
;       Aias  !  the  cruel  fpear 
Weot  deep  into  his  iidcj 


178  H  Y  M  N     LXXXV,      BookU 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dyMI 

4  [The  waves  of  ftvelling  griel" 
Did  o*er  his  bofom  roil, 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul. 

5  Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 

For  hell  itfelf  fhakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  (its 
High  on  the  Fathers  throne; 

The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  fhine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  blefs  his  faints'  and  angels'  eyes 
To  everlafling  days. 

HYMN     LXXXV.     C.  M. 

Sufficiency  of  pardon. 
I  "ITyTHY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
VV       Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafle  your  faith, 
A-nd  nouriih  youi  deipair  ? 
a  What  tho*  your  numerous  fins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  fid  the  Dcies, 
And  aiming  at  th*  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife. 
3   What  the*  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
The  wide  creation  fwell, 
And  has  its  curs*  d  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  : 
4  See  here  an  endieis  occean  flow3 


:BookIL        HYMN    LXXXVI.  i;y. 

Of  never- failing  grace  ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe  : 

5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  iliorenor  bound  : 

Ivlow  if  we  icarch  to  find  our  fins, 

Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Av/ake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  al]  our  faults, 
And  pardoning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVI.  C.    M. 

Freedomfr 0772 fin  and  mifery  m  heaven, 
1  /^UR  hns,  alas  !  hew  ftrong  they  be  \ 
V-/     And  like  a  violent  fea. 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away, 
a  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  fife  I 
How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fliali  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhali  move ; 
ICo  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeaJ, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
Tillheav'nly  laptures  fire  our  hearts. 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dv/ell  upon  our  tongue. 
And  Jefus  and  Salvation  be 
Ths  clofe  of  ev*ry  fong. 


i8o    HYMN      LXXXVII.    LXXXVIII. 

HYMN     LXXXVII.     C.  M. 

7  he  divine  glories  absve  our  reaforu 
I  TT O W  wondrous  great,  how  glorious 
XJ.     Muft  our  Creator  be,  L^rigbt 

Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity ! 
s  Our  foaring  fpirits  upwards  rife 
Toward  the  celeilial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  three, 
And  the  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  dimbs  above  the  fides  : 
But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  [Lord  !  here  we  bend  our  humble  foulSy 

And  awfully  adoie; 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.] 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  laboring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higheil  ieraph  tries 

To  form  an  equal  long. 
(t  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King, 
While  angles  ftrain  their  nobler  pbw*rs. 

And  fv/eep  th*  immortal  ftring.] 

HYMN    LXXXVHL    C.  M. 

Salvation. 

I  QALVATION!  O,  the  joyful  found: 
k)     *Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears ; 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears, 
a  Bury*d  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  hsav'nly  day. 


il.    H  Y  M  N    LXXXIX.  XC.      ili 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky, 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

HYMN     LXXXIX.    CM. 

ChnH^s  vi'Slory  ove*- Satan.         ■''■'  Z 
I   J  T  OS  ANNA  to  our  conq'ring  King  l_ 
X~L  The  prince  of  darknefs  flies,         '  * 
His  troops  rufli  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  skies, 
a  There  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar. 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  conrine  their  pow*r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  cenq'ring  King  ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  1 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  viifl'ries  and  thy  deathiefs  fame 

Thro'  the  wide  world  fnall  run, 
And  everlafting  ages  ling 
The  triumphs  thou  halt  won. 

HYMN     XC.    C.  M. 

Faith  in  Chn^f 9r  pardon  atid  fan^ijicatim, 
I  TJOW  fad  our  itate  by  nature  is  ! 
-O.  Our  fin  kow  deep  itftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 

Fall  in  his  flavifli  chains. 
But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  lacred  word  ; 
"  Ho  !  yedefpairingfinners,come, 
"  And  trull  upon  the  Lord." 
3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 
And  ruDS  to  this  relief; 
F 


i8a  H  Y  M  N    XCf.  -^ 

-sq 
1  would  believe  thy  prorr.ife,  Lord, 
O  !  Help  my  unbeliff. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood. 

Incarnate  God  1  fly! 
Here  Jet  rne  wafh  my  ipctted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepelt  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  tjiine  arm,  vi-ftorrouS  King^ 

My  reigniag  ims  iubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
[With  all  his  hciliih  eiey/.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  andhelplefs  worm. 

On  thy  kind  ^rniS  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  itreDgth  and  rigkteoufnefs,- 
My  Jefas,  and  my  all. 

H  Y  M  N    XCI.    C.  M. 

T/jc  ir/cry  6/'Chriil  /«  heaven. 
I   ^nH,  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
V-/  The  giorits  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  (heds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 
a  Sweet  majefty  and  auful  IdVe 
Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow. 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diflance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptrcs  down  : 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers  rejoice 
To  fee  him  v;ear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praiie 

Thro'  ev'ry  JieavMdy  Itreet, 
^nd  lay  their  highefl  honours  down 
oubmiffive  at  Iris  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thole  blelfed  feet,  of  his 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand^ 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dearm?jeftic  head, 


Book  II.        R  Y  M  K.    XCIL  1S3 

That  cruti  thorns  did  v/ound. 
See  what  immortal  glories  fiiine. 

And  circle  it  around  i] 
This  is  the  man,  the  exalted  man 

Whom  ^ve  unfeec  adore  ; 
But  when  cur  eyes  behold  his  face. 

Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 
8  [Lord,  how  our  fouls  ?.re  all  en  lire 

To  fee  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  pralfe 

To  ouv  incarnate  God  ! 
And  while  cur  faith  cTijoys  this  light, 

"We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifh  thy  li'ry  chariois.  Lord, 

To  fitch  our  fouls  away.] 

II  Y  M  N    XCII.     C.  M. 

Ths  church  fa-vsd,  and  her  enemies  dif appoint- 
ed.    Compofed  the  ith  of  November,  1694. 
I    qHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
O  Thro'  the  v/hole  nation  run  ; 
'^e  Bridfn  fldes,  refound  the  noife 
Boyond  the  rifino:  fan , 
s  Thee,  mighty  God  !  our  fjuls  admire  ; 
Thee  cur  clad- voices  ling  ; 
Add  join  v/!th  the  celeftial  choir 
To  praile  th'  eternal  King. 
,3  Thy  pONV^r  the  vv'hoie  creation  ru'es. 
And  on  the  ftarry  skies 
3it5  fmiling  at  the  weak  dcllgRs 
Thme  envious  foes  deviie. 

4  Tiw  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And  v\fith  an  awful  frov/n 
Flinss  vafl  confufion  on  their  plots, 
And  makes  their  Babel  down. 

5  [Their  fecret  lires  in  caverns  lay 

And  we  the  facrifice  : 
Fa. 


£g4  H  Y  M  N        XCni.  Bock 

But  gicomy  caverns  flrove  in  vain 
To  'icape  ali-fearching  eyes. 
6  Their  dari:  deligns  were  all  reveal'd 
Their  treaibns  all  betrayed  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  that  broke  the  fnarc 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid. 
7  In  vain  the  bufy  fonscf  hell 
Siili  new  rebtliions  try, 
Their  f3ul$  ihall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  a'A'ay,  and  die. 
S  Almighty  grace  defctnds  our  land 
From  their  malicious  pow^r  : 
Let  Britain  with  u.iited  longs 
Aimighiy  grace  adore. 

H  Y  M  N    ^  XCTII.    S.  M. 
God  all,  and  in  ailf  Pialm  ixxiii.  25. 
I       "JV/T^   God,  n.y  life  mvlovcj 
iVl  To  thee,  to  thee  I'call  ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
a       Thy  ihining  grace  can  cheer 
Tnis  dungeon  where  1  dwell  ; 
Tis  Paradil'e  when  thou  art  here  : 
if  thou  depart,  ti^  hell.] 
3       The  linihngs  of  thy  face. 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  rell  in  thine  cmbrase, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there. j 
4       [To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
The  angels  ov/e  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jeias  is.] 
I       [Not  all  the  harp3  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place. 
If  God  his  reiidcncc  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
4       Nor  earth  nor  all  the  §ky, 


iJAokll.         H  Y  M  K    XCIT.  1% 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  net  iidrop  of  real  joy. 

Without  tliv  prefence,  Lord. 

Thou  arc  the  lea  oFLove, 

Where  all  my  pleaiurcs  roil  : 
The  circle  where  my  paiuons  niovej 

And  centre  of  my  foul. 
[To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 

V/ith  infinite  delirs  : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 

Dear  Jefus^  raife  me  hi^jher.]- 

HYMN     XCIV.     C.M.^ 
God?/ij  onhjkappinefs^  Pfalm  ixxiii.  35. 

MY  God,  my  portion  and  iiw  love, 
My  everlifting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  abave. 
Or  on  this  eartlily  bali. 
a  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies. 


And  this  inferio 


r  cloa 


There's  nothing  here  aeferve"  rn^'^joys. 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 
3  [In  vain  the  bright,  thebarningfua 
Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
*Tis  thy  Iweet  beams  create  m.y  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  ni^ht. 
4  And  whilftupOH  my  reitJefs  bed, 
Amongfl  the  Ihades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  fh^vys  his  head, 
'Tis  mowing  with  ray  fouL] 
5;  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friend s^ 
And  health  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things. 
But  they  are  not  ray  God. 
6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glit'rin;^  wealth, 
If  once  compared  to  ch^e  ? 
Or  what's  myfafetv  or  rny  healthy 
1?3 


I8"6  H  Y  M  N     XCV.  Book  11. 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  1  poflefibrof'the  earth, 

And  cail'd  the  liars  n>y  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
1  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  itretch  their  anus  like  feas, 

And  grafp  in  ail  the  iliore : 
Grant  me  the  vKits  of  thy  tlice, 
And  I  delire  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N    XCV.    C.  M. 

Look  071  hhn  '•joho'tn  they  pierced ^  and  mourn 

1  tNFINITE  grief !  amazing  woe  / 
.X  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 

lieil  and  the  Jews  conlpire  his  death. 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 

2  O,  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain, 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
His  facredbody  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 

Ln  vain  do  I  accufe  : 
In  vain  1  blame  the  Roman  b^.nds, 
And  the  more  fpitcful  Jev/s  : 

4  *Twere  you,  my  iin?.  my  cruel  fms, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbehef  the  fpear. 

5  'T were  you  that  pwUM  ihe  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  puih'efs  head  ; 
Break,  break  my  heart  i  O  huril:,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  lorrovs  biecd. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Tilt  melting  waters  flov/. 
And  deep  repentance  drown  rrjne  eyes 
la  undiirembied  woe. 


Book  II.        HYMN    XCVI.  iS;' 

HYMN    XCVL     C.  M 
Dijiinguijhing  love  :   or^   a?igels  pumjhsd,  and 
menjaved. 

DOWN  headlong  from  their  native  skies 
The  rebel  angeJs  fell. 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Parlu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
2  Down  from  the  top  or  earthly  blifs 
Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefjs  iloop'd  ^seneath  the  gravs 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 
I  O,  Jove  of  infinite  degree  ! 
Unmeaiurable  grace  ! 
Muftheav'n's  eternal  darling  die 
To  fave  a  trait'roas  race  ? 
A  Muft  angels  link  for  ever  down, 
And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  (hining  throne 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ?_ 
5  O,  for  this  love  let  earth  and  skies 
With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fing. 

HYMN    XCVII.    L.  M. 
Tkefame. 

1  'C'ROM  heav*n  the  iinning  angels  fell,  ^ 

i-    And  wrath  and  darknefs  chainM   theni 

down  ; 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov*reign  grace. 
That  could  diitinguifli  rebels  lo  1 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafling  letters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love, 
Cur  fouls,  ourfeives,  our  all  we  pay  : 

F  4 


i8S  H  Y  M  N    XCVIII.         Book  11, 

Millions  of  tongues  fha'.l  fo-und  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN.  XCVIIT.     C.  M. 
h'ardmfs  of  heart  complained  of. 
1  1\/TY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
IVX     How  heavy  here  it  lies  ! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breafi, 
_  Juft  Hke  a  rock  of  ice  ! 
a  Sin  like  a  raging  tyrant  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
Andev'ry  grace  lies  bury*d  d.t^'p 
Beneath  this  heart  of  flcne. 

3  Hov/  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  preffes  down  my  faitfe, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul, 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 

This  ftubborn,  this  relenilefs  thing, 

Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms  . 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  ftocd  ; 
My  heart,  it  fliakes  not  at  the  v/rath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour  ftcep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfcn  fea  ! 
.    None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Cant  m.elt  the  flint  away. 

H  Y  M  N'    XCIX.      C.    M. 
The  book  of  God's  decrees. 
iT    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatuies  lie 
-L*  Abas*d  before  their  God  ; 
W^hate'erhis  fo?'feign  voice  lias  fcrm'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 
^   [Ten  thoufand  ages  e'ere  the  skies 
Were  into  motion  brought, 


Book  II.  H  Y  M  N    C.  If 9 

All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There*s  not  a  iparrow  or  a  worm 

But's  fouHd  in  his  decrees  ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  throne.. 
And  (inks  them  as  he  pleafe,] 

4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  I  run, 

*Tis  he  provides  thole  rays  ; 
And  *tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  lun, 
Ifdarkneis  cloud  siy  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concerned, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees. 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  hte. 

O,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The  foilow'rs  of  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN     C.    L.  M. 

The  prefence  of  Chrill  is  the  life  oj-  jnyfoui, 
I  TTOW  full  of  anguifli  is  the  thought, 
iri  How  it  diftrafts  and  tears  my  heart. 
If  God  at  lail  my  fov'reign  judge. 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul,  **  Depart. 
J  Lord,  ^♦lien  I  quit  mis  earthly  flage, 
Where  fliall  I  iiy,  but  to  thy  breait  I 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home ; 
I'or  1  have  l-arn'd  no  other  refl. 

3  I  canBOt  live  contented  here 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heaven  v/ithoutthy  prefence  there. 
Will  be  a  dark  and  tirsfome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engroFs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee. 
The  ihining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

Pi 


190  H  Y  M  N     ei.  Book  II 

g  And  if  no  evening  vlfit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night  !  how  fad  the  fliade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  whh  all  my  blood  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone. 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food, 

J  [Chrill  is  my  hght,  my  life,  my   care, 
MyblefTed  hope,  my  heav'niy  prize  ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 
My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off  ; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love."] 

9  [My  God  I  and  can  an  humble  child  . 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high. 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  ImpolTible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art  thy  friends  mwll  be.] 

HYMN     Cf.     C.  M. 

The  ^x'orlcrs  three  chief  temptations . 
I  "ITTHEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
VV       We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold>  and  fenfual  joy. 

How  vain  and  dange?ous  too* 
Honoui*s   a  puff  of  noiiy  bitath  ; 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death 
To  gain  that  aiiy  good. 
3  While  others  flarve  the  nobler  mind. 
And  feed  on  fhining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  foodj 


Book  ir.         H  y  M  N     CIL  191 

To  indulge  a  fordid  lull.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenle» 

Are  dangerous  fnares  to  fouls ! 

'-   There's  but  a  drop  of  iiatt'ring  fweet, 

AnddafhM  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  Gcd  is  my  all  fufficlent  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fiU'd, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

4  In  vain  the  world  accoils  my  ear. 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  : 
1  canaot  bay  your  blifs  i^o  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

HYMN    CII.    L.  M, 

yf  tappy  i-efiu-f  eiiiofi. 

NO,  rll  rep'.ne  at  death  no  more, 
Bat  vv^ith  a  cheerful  gafp  reiign 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 

Thefe  dying,  withering  limbs  of  mine. 
a  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  fleOi, 

And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft  ; 

My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew 

At  the  revival  of  the  juit. 
3  Break, facred  moining,  thro'  the  skies, 

Bring  that  delightful  dreadfial  day, 
"  Cut  fhort  the  hours,  deai  Lord,  arid  come  ; 

Thy  lingering  wheels  how  long  they  ftay  ! 
jL  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 

The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 

And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips, 

Where  God  hath  fhed  his  richeil  grace.] 

5  Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rouie  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heavenly  joys, 
And  iing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

F6 


I9Z        HYMN    cm.  CiV.         Book  If . 

H  Y  M  N    CIIL        C.  M. 
Chriii's  cordmijfion^  John  iii.  i6,  17. 
I   /^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God. 
V><     With  new  melodious  fons  ; 
Con-^e,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
a  So  Itrange,  fa  boundlefs  was  the  love 
That  pity*d  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  \\t  again. 
.Q  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  \v£re  net  arm'd 
With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  comnillionto  p.^rfoim 
Th  *  veng*.ince  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  v/as  wild, 

And  wrath  fcrfook  the  throne,, 
Wlicn  Chrifl  on  t!ie  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  fdvation  down. 

5  Here,  linn erb,  you  may  iieal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 
Truxl  in  tlie  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  raali  never  die.    • 
4  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  wihing fouls 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemers  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

HYMN     CiV.     S.  M. 
7  hefauic, 
I  "JJ  ATSE  your  triumphant  fongs 
-iV  To  an  immortal  tune. 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Ccleftial  grace  has  done. 
a       Sing  hov/  ettrnal  love 
its  chief  Beloved  chofe. 
And  bid  him.  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
3       His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
,    Nor  terror  clothes  his  broA-, 


Book  11.  H  Y  M  N    CV.         .195 

No  bohs  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  *Twas  mercy  fill*d  the  throne, 
And  wrath  Hood  (ilent  by, 

Wihen  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down, 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  finners,  dr/ your  tears, 
Lethopeiefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love. 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
We  lay  an  humble  clai-m 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

HYMN     CV.   C     M. 

Repentance  flowifig  frrj?n  the  pafie?xe  of  God. 
1     A  ND  are  we  v*^rerches  yet  alive  ; 
-il.     And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
*Xis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  fi-om  hell  I 
3  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  Imk.  us  doAvn  to  flames, 
Aad  threatening  veng'aace  rolls  above, 
To  cru2i  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodneis  cries,  "  Forbear ;" 

And  ftritight  the  thunder  ftays  : 
And  dare  we  nov/  provoke  his  wrath. 
And  v/eary  out  his  gra.ce  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

T®o  long  indulged  our  ila  : 
Our  aching  hearts  e*en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  v.'e  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lulls,  fhall  ye  command  ; 

No  more  wijl  we  obey  : 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conq'riiig  hand. 
Aid  drive  thy  foes  away, 
F  7. 


194  HYMN    CVI.    CVII.    Book  IK 

HYMN    CVI.    C.  M. 

Rupe-fitance  'a)t  tie  cro/y. 
i  /^H,  if  my  Ibul  were  formed  for  woe, 
\-}     How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
E.epentance  fiiould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 
»  *Twas  forr.Ty  lins,  my  deareftLord 
Hung  on  ':he  curfed  tree, 
And  gioaa*d  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  ioiil,  forthee. 

3  O,  how  I  hatethc^ei-cfts  of  mine 

That  ciucify'd  n-y  God  ^ 
Thcfe  fmo  that  pierc'd  and  r.ail'd  his  flefli 
YaH  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  (hall -die, 

My  heart  hath  io  decreed  ; 
Nor  Y.'iil  i  fparethvi  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilil:  with  a  melting,  broken  heart 

My  murder'd  Lord  Tvifev/, 

I'll  raife  revengeagainftmy  hns. 

And  Hay  d(e  murd'rers  too. 

H  Y  M  N    CVHr  C.  M.  r  - 
The  ever lajiing  ahjVrice  of'OoA  intclerahlc. 

1  i^pHAl'  awful  day  will  furely  come, 

X      Th'  appointed  hci;r  makes  hafte, 
When  I  muft  iUnu  before  my  judge. 
And  pafs  the  lolemh  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  My  joys. 

Thou  fov'reign  o(  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  Ibund,  **  Depart?" 

3  The  thun  :Ier  of  that  difmal  word, 

.Would  io  torment  mv  ear, 
-'Tvvould  tear  my  foul  afv.nder,  Lord, 
'  With  moft  tormenting  fear.] 
Vv'hat,  to  be  banim'd  for  my  life. 


i95 


Book  II.  HYMN    CVni. 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  I 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 

Yet  death  for  ever  fly  l^ 
O  !  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpalr, 

To  iee  my  God  reaiove. 
And  fiK  my  doleful  fbation  where 

I  muft  not  tail?  his  lo\^e. 
(  Jefus  1  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breail ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 

My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 
7  O  !  teii  me  that  ray  worthlefs  name 

Is  graren  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 

Wliere  my  faivation  ftands  !' 
g  [Give  me  one  kind  affuring  word. 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fliall  wait 

Her  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

HYMN    CVIir.    C.  M. 
Accafs  to  the  thrme  of  graa  hy  a  I\'Tediator» 

1  /^OME,  let  U3  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V-^     Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  (mile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love, 

2  Once  *twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath. 

And  fhot  devouring  j3ame : 
Oar  God  appeared  conluming  fire, 
And  veng'ance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  v/ere  the  drops  of  Jefu'.'  blood. 

That  calmed  his  frowning  face. 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throns, 
And  turnM  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
•    No  fi^rv  cherub  guards  his  icat, 
F  8 


196  HYMN     CIX.     CX.      Bookli: 

Nor  double-fiaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  hcav'nly  blifs 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raife  oar  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th' a imighiy  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thov.fand  thanks  we  brings 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

H  Y  M  N     CIX.   L.  M. 

The  darknefs  of  prccideuce. 

I  T    ORD,  we  adcre  thy  vaft  deiigns, 
-Li  Th' obfcure  abyfs  of  providence. 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  hnes, 
Toe  dark  to  view  v;ith  feeble  fenfe. 

a  Now  thcu  array'fl  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  Imile  : 
We,  thro' the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compafTion  flili. 

3  Thro'  feas  and  florms  of  deep  diltrefs. 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  all  the  briars",  and  the  night. 

5  Dear  Father,  if  thy  liftedrod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  be  lev/. 
Still  VvT  muft  lean  upon  (fur  God, 
Thine  arm  fliall  bear  us  liifely  thro. 

HYMN     CX.     S.  M. 
Triumph  over  death  h>  hcpc  of  the  refitrreBic',:, 
I         A  ND  niufl  this  body  die  ? 
S\-     Tl^ is  mortal  fraroe  dcsQV  ? 
And  muft  thtfe  active  limbs  of  mine     ^ 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 
%      Corruption,  eaith,  and  worms. 
Shall  but  refine  this  flcfli, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpiiit  comes 


BQok  II.  HYMN    CXr.  197 

To  put  it  on  afreili. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives 
And  often  from  the  fides 

Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft 
Tillhefhallbiditriie, 

4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhinc, 

And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  I^hefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus'  dying  love  : 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  fing  his  pow'i-  above. 

6  Deiir  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs. 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

H  Y  M  N     CXI.    C.  M. 

Thankfghing  for  viciors  :  or,  God's  doininicn 

a  fid  our  deliverance 

1  ^lON  rejoice,  and  Judah  (ing, 
/-v     The  Lord  afllimes  his  throne  ; 
Let  Britain  own  theheav'nly  King, 

And  make  his  glories  knov/n. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  high  feats  are  hurled  ; 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud. 
And  thunders  thro'  the  v/orld. 
I  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
Diftvibutes  mortal  crov/ns ; 
EmpireG  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmilcs, 
And  tofter  at  his  frowns. 
4  Navies,  that  rule  tlie  ocean  wide. 
Are  va?:qairnM  by  his  breath  ; 
And  legions  arni^d  with  pow*r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'rv  death. 
F9 


19S  HYMN    CXIT.  Beok  IL 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  mcrre  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Long  ma;y  the  king  our  fbv'reign  live 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  ; 
And  all  the  honours  he  can  give 
Be  offered  to  the  Lord.] 

HYMN     CXIT.     L,  M. 

Angels  ymnijierligto  Chrift  a7:d faints. 

»   r^  RE  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  heigru 
Ky  Haft  thou  advanc'dthe  Lord  thy  Son! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervarts  of  his  throne. 

a  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  movCj 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate. 
In  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  thro'  all  the  hofls. 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command 

To  fhield  and  guard  the  Britilh  coafts, 
"When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Thro*  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  traveihng  the  heavenly  road 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  (halt  bid  m.e  rife  and  come  ; 
Send  a  beloved  angel  dov;n 

Safe  to  condu(5l  my  fpirit  home. 

HYMN     CXIIL    C.  M. 

'Theja7ne. 
I  HTHE  majefty  of  Soiomor, 
X      How  glorious  to  behold! 
The  lervants  waiting  round  his  thicne> 
The  iv*ry  and  the  gold  ! 


Book  II.        HYMN    CXiV.  19^ 

4  But  mighty  God!  thy  palace  (hines 
With  far fupenor beams;  . 

THnean^elguardsarelwik  as  winds, 

Thy  minifters  are  flames. 
,So0nasthine  only  Son  had  m.ade 
-*      His  entrance  on  the  earth 
Arainirgarmydownv/ardiied 
To  celebrate  his  birtn. 
4  And  when,  opprefs^d  with  pams  and  fears. 
On  the  cold  ground  he  lies. 
Behold  a  heav'niy  form  appears, 

^       Are  all  their  legions _giv  n. 

They  wait  ^:iponhis  faints,  and  bung 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav  n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  ran  thro^  their  hoft, 

To  feeahnnerturn; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  lolt, 
AndChriftafubjectbom.      . 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

Whenhehisangekfenas 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deiirov, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 
Z  Oi  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt. 
There  (hall  my  foul  be  found  ; 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  Ihout, 
•  And  the  lait  trui-npet  found. 

H  y  M  N    CXIV.      C.  M._ 

ChrillV  death-  vi6lory,  and  domtmon, 
I  T    Sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  ; 
1      He  conquerM  when  he  fell ; 
*'  'Tis  flni{h*d,"  Ikid  his  dying  breath, 
And  ihook  the  gates  of  hell.      ^ 
a  "  *Tis  fmifh'd'  our  I  mmanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Heece  ihall  his  fov^reign  throne  anie, 


500        8HYMN    CXV.  CXVX.    Book  II 

His  kingdom  is  begun. 
3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 
_„For  glory  and  renown, 
When  thro*  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafsM  to  reach  the  crown. 
5  Exalted  at  his  father^s  lide 
Sits  ourviftorious  Lord- 
To  heaven  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 
5    1  he  laints  from  his  propitious  eve 
Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
And  ad  the  fons  ofdarknefs  fly 
Tke  terror  of  his  frowns. 

HYMN    CXV.    C.  M. 

God^^.^t..;;^,^  of  his  faints',  or,  his  kingdom 
fupre^ne. 

'  H^^J^-^'  ^\  ^'^'''^'^  ^^"^^^'^  the  ground, 
i  X     Reigns  the  Creator,  God, 
W  ide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 
a  Let  princes  of  exalted  flate 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown. 
Render  theirhcmage  at  his  feet. 
And  cafl  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme. 

Your  lorty  rhou-hrs  are  vain  : 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awf ai  name  ? 
But  ye  muit  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  thefov^reigns  cf  the  gbb- 

Aot  dare  to  vex  the  julf  ; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe. 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duih 

5  I  e  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav^'n  with  fear  • 
liie  meanefl  faints  th;-it  vou  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there.' 


Book  IT.        H  Y  M  N     CXVI.  aci 

H  y  M  N    CXVI.    C.  M. 

Mercies  and  thanks^ 
I   T  TOW  can  I  fink  witli  fuch  a  prop 
X  i     As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  beirs  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up. 
And  ipreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 
a  Kow  can  I  die  v/hiJe  Jefus  hves, 
"Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 

Shall  be  for  ever  thiae  : 
Whatever  my  duty  bi«s  m.e  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  relign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  raakefome  leferve. 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  xo  great 
That  I  fliould  give  him  all. 

HYMN    CXVir.    L.  M. 

Living  a7id  dying  nvith  God  prefejit, 
I  T  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  ; 
A  My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  : 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  ftill  neai  my  God, 
And  thou,  My  God,  be  near  my  heart. 
1  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  hn, 
Nor  can  1  live  on  things  fo  vile  : 
Yet  T  will  flay  ray  father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 
3  Tben,  dearell  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  reiign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  with  afmile  upon  my  face 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 


'  B"£^ 


HYMN    CXVTTT.    L.  M. 
"1  ke  pnefihood of  O: rift. 
LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pier  ce  the  fldes  ; 
'^    e/Jge,  the  blcod  of  Abel  cries  : 


10: 


HYMN    CXIX.        Book  II. 

But  the  dear  frream,  when  Chriil  was  flain. 
bpeaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  rein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  : 
Behold,  he  lays  his  veng-ance  by  • 
And  rebels  th.at  defervehis  fword' 
Become  tjic  fav'rites  of  the  Lord.* 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife. 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facriiice  ; 
No  w  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  hlood, 

H  Y  M  N    CXiX.    C.  M. 

The  holy  fc  rip  tares. 
I  I    ADENvithguiit,  and  fullcffear.% 
-*-'     -i  fly  to  thee,   my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  ghmpfe  of  hope  appears. 
But  in  thy  written  word. 
a  The  volume  of  my  Father^s  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  alTuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies. 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  that  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  ftrife. 

Where  wit  and  reafoa  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life 
Thro*  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God  ! 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forlake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right-hand. 


Book  II.  H  Y  M  N     CXX.    CXXL        203 

HYMN    CXX.  .  S.  M. 

The  la^  and  gdfpel  joined  infcripturg, 
I       'T^'HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

X      And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai^s  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fi'iy  law. 

0  The  Lord  reveals  his  face. 
And  fmiling  from  above, 

Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grsict, 
Th'  epiilles  of  his  love. 

3  Thei'e  facred  words  impart 
Our  Makeups  jail  comnjands  j 

The  pity  of  his  melting  heart: 
And  veng'ance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
We  drav/  our  comfort  hence  ; 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  h'ere. 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrifl  crucify'd. 
And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  befidc 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  \Ye  read  the  heav'nly  word. 
We  take  the  offered  grace. 

Obey  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  prorailes. 

7  In  vain  Ihall  Satan  rage 
•      Againfl  a  book  divine, 

Where  wrath  and  hghtning  guard  the  page, 
Where  beams-  of  mercy  fainc. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXI.^    L.  M. 
The  la'Vu  and  gcfpel  diftlnguiJJded. 

1  '~P'HE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 

X    What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  mull jeveal 
Where  lies  Qur  ftrength'  to  do  his  will. 


204     HYMN    CXXII.  CXXIII.  Book  II. 

a  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  fhews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  ; 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love  and  cleanling  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once? 
But  in  the  gofpel  Cii-rift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  nura'rous   years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 

,    Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  ! 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives: 
The  mail  that  tnifts.  the  prqijgiife  lives. 


HYMN    CXXII.    L.M. 


'M^; 


RetiremsTii  and  MsdiiaiioTii. 
J  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  ftranger  to  mylelfand  thee; 

Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove. 

Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

2  Why  fhould  my  pallions  R:ix  with  eaith, 
And  thus  debafe  my  hcav'niy  birth? 
Why  fhould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  kt  my  God,  my  Saviour  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe  ; 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence 
I  would  obey  th^  voice  divine. 
And  all  infer'kir  joys  refign. 

4  3e  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  lecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav*n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN    CXXIII.        L.M. 

T'/ye  benefit  of  public  ordbutnces* 
•I     A    WAY  from  every  mortal  care, 

-^J^  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  } 
W«  leave  tins  '%»rtlilefe  v/orld  afar,  < 


Book  li.         H  Y  M  N    CXXIV.  2O5 

And  vart  and  worfiiip  near  thy  feat. 
3  Lord,  in  the  temple  ot  thy  grace 

We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  cidore  ; 

We  gaze  upon  thy  loveiy  face, 

And  learn  the  \vonders  of  thy  po\v*r. 
3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mournj 

United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 

Of  bkfiings  in  variety. 
y|-  [If  Satan  rage  and  fin  grows  ffrong, 

Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  ; 

We  gird  the  golpel  armour  on. 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  cur  fpirit  faints  and  dies 

^Our  ccnicienee  gaiPd  with  inward  fiingsl 

Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arife 

With  healing  bcam.s  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  i  my  fci.l  would  fiili  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 
Eutif  m.y  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dweUing  in  my  heart. 

HYMN    CXXIV.    C.  M. 
Moles,  Aaron,  and  Jofbua. 
I  "^  I   IS  not  the  law  often  commands, 
Jl       On  holy  Sinai  given. 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes*  hands. 
Can  bring  us  fare  to  heav'n. 
a  'Tis  not  the  blood  that  Aaron  fpilt, 
ISIorfm-oke  offv/eetefl  fip.ell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt. 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  priefl  religns  his  breath, 

At  God's  immediate  will : 
And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death 
Upon  th' appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

Ihe  tribes  cf  Ifr'ellland, 


zeti    H  Y  M  N    CXXV.  CXXV-I.  Book  II. 

While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 
5  Ifr'ei  rejoice,  now  Jof«hua  *  leads. 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 

So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 

HYMN     CXXV.    L.  M. 
I"  aith  /^"d  repent  a  nce^  unhclitf  and  impenitence, 
\  T    IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

_L^To  iouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they've  done: 

Children  of  wrath,  made  heirs  of  heav'n 

By  Faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 
a  Wo  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 

The  inv/ard  pangs  of  pious  griei, 

But  adds  to  ail  his  crying  guilt 

The  iiubborn  fin  oF  unbelief, 
f>  The  Jaw  condemns  the  rebel  dead. 

Under  the  wradi  of  God  he  lies  ; 

Me  feals  the  curfc  on  his  own  head, 

And  with  a  double  veng'ance  dies. 

H  Y  M  N     CXXVI.     C.  M. 

God  gkrijied  in  the  go/pel. 
X  ^HE  Lord,  dcVcending  from  above, 
L/_    Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  powr,  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love; 
Dilplay  rheir  glories  here. 
:^  Here,  in  thv  golpci-s  wondrous  frame, 
Frefh  wifdom  wepurfue  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whatever  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireil  lines, 

Thy  v.'or.ders  here  vve  trace  ; 
Wiidom  thro'  all  the  ?T»yll:'ry  ihine?, 
Anal  ihiucs  in  Jefus'  face. 

4  The  Jaw  its  beft  obedience  owes 

Jofh Lia,    the  ff.me  uith  Jcfus  .ap.d  fi^^ni^is  a  fdTwai. 


Book  II.  HYMN  CXXVII.  ao 

To  cur  incarnate  G^d  ! 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  (hows 

Its  honors  in  his  blood. 
5  But  ftil]  tr.e  lufbe  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  wir'h  brighter  rays, 

And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN     CXXVII.        L.  M. 

Circunicijion  aiid  baptijin. 

(IVrlten  only  for  ihofe  n.vbo  pracilfe  infant 

haptifiiu) 

1  ^HUS  did  the  fens  of  Al-->ra'm  pafs 

i-    Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ; 
The  young  difcipies  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Chrift'the  p^.inful  bondage  broke.. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jeliis  prove 
Kis  Father's  cov'npnt  and  his  love! 
Hefeal.s  to  faints  h;-^,  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  in''ant-race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood; 
Their  children  fet  ap.irt  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  Ihed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerfiil  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  eaily  days 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'ni  praife. 

H  Y  M  N     CXXVIII.        C.  M. 

Corrupt  nature frcni  Adam. 
I  T>LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
-O     Adam  our  fadier  flood, 
Till  he  dei»as'd  hislbul  to  fenfe. 
And  ate  forbidden  food, 
i  Nov/  we  are  born  a  fenfjal  race. 
To  finful  jovs  inclined  ; 
]R.eafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 


2o8     H  Y  M  N    CXXIX.  CXXX.  Book  il 

And  flefh  enfiaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flefh,  and  fenfe,  and  paffion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  Iweetell  good ; 

We  fancy  mu(ic  in  our  chains. 

And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  rained  frame; 

Our  broken  powers  reftore.* 
Infpire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flefli  fliall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  lav/ 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fccond  Adam  draw 

His  image  on  our  hearts.  ^ 

HYMN     CXXIX.        L.  M. 

IVe  ivalk  by  faith^  ?:ot  hyf.ght. 
I  "nniS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

X    We  walk  thro'  defarts  dark  as  night ; 
Til!  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light, 
a  The  want  of  ligVit  flie  well  fupplies; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  intodiilant  worlds  Ihe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  \ye  tread  the  defert  thro* 
While  faith  infpires  a  heavenly  ray, 
Tho'  lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blow. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  SoAbra'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land. 
And  fir*d  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN    CXXX.    C.  M. 

The  7:e-jj  creation. 
J     A  TTEND,  while  Gcd*s  exalted  Son 
Xx.     Doth  his  own  glories  fliew  : 
**  Behold,  1  lit  upon  my  throne, 


Book  II.         HYMN    CXXXI.  ac9 

"  Creating  all  things  new. 
%  "  ISlature  and  iin  are  pals'd  ay/ay, 
"  And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
"  My  hands  a  new  foLindarion  lay  ; 
*'  See  the  nev/  world  arile  ! 
^  "  rli'be  afun  of  righteoufnels 
"  To  t'ne  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
"  None  but  the  new-boin  heirs  of  grace 
"  My  glories  {hall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  hee 

From  my  old  ftare  of  fm  : 
O,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee  ; 
Create  new  pov/'rs  within  1 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  a'refh  ; 
Give  me  nev7  paiHons,  joys,  aad  fears, 

And  turn  the  flone  to  lielli. 
4  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell  ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 

I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN    CXXXI.    L.  M. 

The  excellency  ofthecbr'ijiian religion, 

2   T    ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

J-^  Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blefiings  in  thy  word. 

a  [Wi'iat  if  vv'c  trace  the  globe  around. 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  ba  no  religion  found 
So  juit  to  God,  io  ^A^^  to  man.; 

5  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  foiid  ground  to  reft  upon  : 
With  long  defpair  the  ipirit  breaks. 
Till  we  apply  to  Chriil  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blelTed  truihs  agree  ! 
How  wife  a«d  holy  thy  commands  1 


:ro  HYMN    CXXXIL  Book  11, 

Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands  '. 

5  -[Not  the  feign'd  iieids  of  heath^nifn  blifs 
Could  raiiefuch  pleafurein  the  mind; 
Nor  does  the  Tarkilli  paradile 
Pretend  tojoys  fo  well  relin'd.] 

6  Shvould  all  the  forms  that  men  devife, 
AiTn.ult  my  faith  v/ith  treach'rous  art^ 
J'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  lieart. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXXn.    C.  M 
Tke  cfficis  ^/"Chrifl. 
J  "TTTE  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
V\       That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 
Jefus,  thy  fpirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  v/ays. 
a  Werev'rence  our  high  prieft  above, 
Who  ofFer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  king  ; 

Howfweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin 
By  his  almighty  bands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faveg  bydifF'rent  ways  ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  ourimmoital  praife. 

HYMN     CXXXIII.    L.  M. 

"Tke  cperationx  of  the  holy  fptrit. 
I  TpTERNAL  Spirit  !  we  confefs 

X_j  And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleflings  down 

From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
a  Enlightened  by  thine  heavenly  rav, 

Our  Ihades  and  darknefs  turn'  to  day  ; 


Bookll.  E  y  M  N    CXXXIV.         211 

Thbe  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  v/ork  \vithin, 
And  break  the  chains  ot  reigning  fin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  hjiis  fubdue, 

\nd  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  Th*'  troubled  confcierce  kncv.  s  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  cur  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind^ 

And  csim  the  lurges  of  the  mind. 

H  y  M  N    CXXXIV.    C.  M,i 
Circimxijio  n  aboiif^jed, 

1  'T'^HE  promife  was  divinely  free  ; 

X    Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 

**  I  will  the  GodofAbra'm  be, 

And  of  his  numerous  race." 

2  He  fajd,  and  with  2  bloody  lea! 

Confirmed  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  feci 
The  Iharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Sen,  defcending  low. 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tajfte  the  blelHngs  now,^ 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  cur  praife  j 

His  promifes  endure  : 
And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

HYMN     CXXXV.    L.  M. 
'  ypes  and  prophecies  oj  Chrift. 

1  "OEROLD  the  woman's  promised  leed  ! 
XJ  ikl  old  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 

To  give  him  the  fupeiior  room  ! 

2  Abra'm;  the  faint,  rejoiced  of  old 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  law  ; 


21%  II Y  Tvl  N  CXXXVI.  BoDkll. 

Mofcs,  the  man  cf  God,, foretold 
This  gre-.u  fylnlisr  of  his  lar/. 

3  The  types  bore  v/itnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtain'G  their  chief  defign  iind  ceas'd; 
The  incenfe,and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieil. 

4  ?redii2:io;>s  in  abundance  meet 

To  join  their  blelnngs  on  his  head  : 
Jefus,  we  worihip  at  thy  feet. 
And  nations  ov/ii  the  promised  feeci. 
H  Y  M  N     CXXXVI.     L.  M. 
Miracles  at  t!:s  birth  of  divSt, 
J  ^1  "'HE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
X   To  mak=  his  entrance  ca  tliis  earth 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon. 
And  heav'nly  hefts  declare  his  birth  I 
a  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet! 
An  unknown  i\?x  arofe,andled 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  Infant  Saviour  to  prcclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  lacred  fire, 

And  blefs'dthe  babe,  and  o-.vn'd  his  Tt^mt, 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks,  blafpheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  holv. child  with  icorn; 
Our  Ibulsa-Jore  th'  eternal  God, 
Whocondefcended  to  be  born. 

H  Y  M  N     CXXXVn.    L.  M. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  deaths  anJ  refarredlon  of 

Chriji. 
s   "OEHOLD,  the  bhad  their  (Ight  receive  ! 

13  Beiiold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  Ipeak  wonders,  and  the  lame 

Leap  like  th.e  h;irt,  and  bkfs  h*6  nanrse. 
2  Hiu^s  doth  th'  t:terual  {pint  o^vn 

And  feal  the  miiioa  ©r  the  Son  ; 


Bcokll.      HYMN    CXXXYIII.  21 

The  Father  vindicates  his  cp.ufe, 
Wiiilf  lie  hangs  bleeding  on  thccrofs. 

3  Heciies;  the  heav'ns  in  racurning  itood  5 
He  rifer  r^r.d  appears  a  God : 

Behold  the  Lord  eicending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heait 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  thoie  hands  my  foul  rc-f  gn 
Which  bear  credentials  fb  divine. 

II  Y  M  N     CXXXVIII.    L.    M, 
Tie  -po^cjerofths  gcfpel. 
I  '^■~"iiIS'  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
i-      Ssnt  to  the  nations  frcn:i  above  ; 
Jehcvah  here  refolves  to  liiew 
"what  his  ahiiighty  grace  can  do. 
3  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find. 
To  heal'difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 
This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  caa 
Reilore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpc-I  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  : 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  cloth* dafreih, 
And  ]ie.i.rts  of  flone  are.turn'd  to  flefh. 

4  I  Where  Satan  reign'din  fhades  of  night. 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heavenly  light/ 
Oar  lufls  its  wondrous  pow'r  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouia.] 

5  [^"'^^'ris  andbeafts  cffavagerarae 
Pui  on  the  nature  of  the  iamb.; 

While  the  wide  world  eileeras  itftrange. 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.! 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  ibul  renew, 
ict  ficners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engags 
A  ure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


SI4       HYMN    CXXXIX.     CXL.     Book  2i, 

H  Y  M  N     CXXXIX.    L.  M. 

Th3  example  of  Chriil. 
X  A/T Y  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ! 
IVl  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fach  thy  zeal. 
Such  deference  to  thy  Fafher's  will, 
Such  lov'5,  jnd  rneeknefs  lo  divine, 

I  would  tianfcribe,  and  make  them  ir/inc, 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witncis'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  delert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  iTjy  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  imag-^  here : 
Then  God  the  Judge  fiiall  own  my  name 
Amongil  the  foliow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     CXL.     C,  M. 

The  examples  q/Chriit  and  the  faint i,. ' 
X  /^  IVE  me  the  y/in;j;s  of  iaith  to  rile 
\j    Within  the  veil,  and  ice 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys. 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

3  Once  they  were  mourning  herd  belowy 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tsars  ; 
They  wreflled  hard,  ^s  we  ilo  now, 

^Vilh  lins,  and  doabto,  and  fears, 
J  I  aflc  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came?    • 

They  with  united  breath 
Afcribe  their  conquefl  to  the  lamb, 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footfteps  that  he  trod 

(^His  zeal  infpir'd  their  brcall:  j 
And  foUov/ing  their  incarnate  God, 

PolTels  the  promised  reft. 
\  Our  glorious  Leader  elaiiBS  oar  praifc 


"Book  II.  H  Y  M  N    CXU. 

For  his  own  pattern  giv*n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneffes 
Shew  the  fam« path  to  heay'n. 

Fait    HYMN    CXLI.         C.  M. 

h  ajjllted  lyfcnfe:  or^  preachings  haptifin^ 
and  the  IjOxd.^ s /upper. 

MY  Saviour- God,  my  Scv'reign  Prince, 
Reigns  far  above  the  llcies! 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 
%  M\  eyes  and  ears  fhallblefs  his  name. 
They  read  and  hear  his  word: 
My  touch  and  tafte  fliall  do  the  fame, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  delign*d 

Tofeal  hiscleanfing  grace. 
While  at  his  feail  of  bread  and  wine 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  fleih  lo  clean. 

As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 

He*ll  wafh  my  fori  from  lin. 

5  Not  choicefl  meats  or'noblefl  wines 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  fhro'  thefigns. 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  {t  jops  fo  low 

To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 
But  the  rich  prace  his  hands  beflov/ 
Exceeds  the  figures  iliil. 

HYMN    CXLir.  S.  M. 

Faith  hi  Chrifl  our  facrifice, 

I       ■pSj*-^'^  ^  ^'-^  ^^^^^  of  beafts 
IN    On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  the  ftain. 


^^"^  HYMN    CXLIII.  Book  JI. 

2  But  Chrift  the  Ijeav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  iinsav/ay; 

A  iacrihce  of  nobler  name, 
And  licher  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
Onthat  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  Hand,  ! 

And  there  confefs  my  {in. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  be^r 

When  hanging  on  thecuifed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  v/as  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  lee  the  curie  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  v/ith  cheerful  voice. 
And  iing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN     CXLIII.  •  C.  Jvl. 
Flejh  and  Spirit, 

^  'WT^^^'^  different  powers  of  grace  atidliit 

V  y       Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ? 
I  hate  the  thoughts  th^t  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  i  hate, 
a  Now  I  complain,  and  groan  and  die, 
■    While  fin  and  Satan  reign  : 
Now  raife  my  fongsof  tiiumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 
5  So  darknefs  ftruggleswith  the  light, 
Till   perfe^l  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  light 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 
4  Thus  will  the  flefii  and  fpirit  llrive, 
And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  liFe, 
.         And  fin  lor  ever  ceale. 


3ook  II.    H  Y  M  N    CXLIV.    CXLV.  i 


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H  Y  M'N    CXLIV.     L.  M. 

^he  effujton  of  the  Spirit  :  or,  the  fuccefs  of  th 

I  /^REATwas  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
V-T  When  the  divine  difciples  met  ; 
Whilfl  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  lat  like  tongues  of  cloven  iiame. 

%  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 

.  Furnifh'd    their    tongues    with    woundrous 
words, 
inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpeari,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm*  d,  he  fent  the  champions  forth  : 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  ta  north  : 

"  Go,  and  aflert  your  Saviour*s  caufe  : 
"  Goy  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs. 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  War, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paflions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  ieanied  and  the  rude. 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu*d ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doclrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  king  of  grace  !  my  heart  fubdue  ; 
I  wouldbeledin  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  ling  the  vidl'ties  of  his  word. 

HYMN    CXLV.    C.  M. 

■ '     Sight  throwgh  a  glafs,  and  face  to  face » 
t  T  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
X     Thro*  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 
And  lona  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between, 
a  O,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 
G 


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n 


HYMN  CXLVI.  CXIVn.    Book  IF. 

To  change  iiy  falrh  to  iiglit  ! 
l  (hall  bthold  niy  Lord  at  honis- 

In  a  divinc^ight, 
i-  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  intcipofing  days; 
Then  fhali  my  pafiions  all  be  love,. 

And  all  my  pow*is  be  praife. 

.li  Y  M  N    CXLVI.    L.  M. 
T>f<?  vanity  ef  creatures  ;  or^  no  relt  on  carthm 
I  "|\ /f  AN  hath  a  fcid  of  vail:  defjres, 

X/X    He  burns  within  with  reftiei's  fires  ; 

Toil  to  aA.drro,  hispaiiions  fly 

From  vanity  to  v^^nity. 
a  In  vain  on  earth  v/e  hope  to  find 

Somefohd  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 

We  try  new  pleiifuies,  but  we  feel 

The  inward  thirltand  torment  llilJ. 
3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fnift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  j 

And  *tis  a  poor  relisf  we  gain. 

To  change  the  phice,  but  keep  the  pain.- 
tt  Great  God  !  fubdut  this  vicious  thirft. 

This  iove  to  vanity  and  dull ; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind. 

And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refm^dr 

H  Y  H  N    CXLVI L   C.  M.  - 

The  creatic7iof  the  'wvrld.  Gen  i. 
1  <*   "VT  OW  kt  a  Ipaciaus  w orld  arife,"' 
IN      Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once'th  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word, 
a  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  tfie  waters  lay 
Confus'a,  and  drov/n  the  knd.- 
He  calhd  the  l.iglit  -,  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 


:   Book  31.        H  Y  M  N     CXLVII.  219 

.,   He  bids  the  clcuds;afcend  on  high  ; 
The  clouds  aiccnd,  and  bear 
A  wal'rv  treaiiire  to  the  Iky, 
And  float  on  lofter  air. 

4  The  liqmd  element  belov/ 

Was  gathered  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  liow'iy  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crow'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  •.arihs 
Oriun  to  waim  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  ikic?  ; 

Behold  the  iun  appeai  &, 
The  niocn  and  fiars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  our  months  and  years, 

7  Out  of  the  deep  ih'  alnnghty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame. 
The  painted  fcv.ls  oiev'ry  wing. 

And  filb  of  ev'rynanie. 
t  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  wcim 

At  onc-e  their  wondrous  birth. 
Ana  grazing  beafts  of  various  form, 

Role  from  the  teeming  earth, 

9  Adam  was  framed  of  equal  clay, 

The'  Ibv^'reign  of  the  leif  ; 
DefipnM  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God-s  own  image  blefs'd, 

10  Tnus  glorious  in  the  Maker*s  eye 

The  young  creation  flood  ; 
He  favv  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  v/ord  pronoiaic'd  it  good. 
SI  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  flands, 
Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue  : 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  mors  exalted  lone. 
G  a 


ixo      HYMN  CXLVill.  CLXIX.     Book  If. 

H  Y  M  N     CXLVilL     C.  M.] 

GmI  reconcile  J.  in  Chi  ill. 
I   "I^EARhST  of  all  tie  aamsi  aaavs, 

V/ho  C3.n  rsl'ilt  thy  neaV'nly  love, 

Or  triile  with  thv  bbod  ? 
»  *Tis  by-the  merits  of  ihy  dsath 

The  Father  l^-si-es  av^a'n  ; 
*Ti3  by  chiae  iiiurcedia-^  breath 

The  .Spirit  dwells  wuh  mea. 
4  Till  God  m  huin.^nflefn  Uee, 

My  tlioughts  no  cairifort  find  : 
The  holy,  juid,  andlacred  fhrse, 

Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Iniin.inuei's  face  apoear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 
His  name  forbids  my  ilavilli  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fias. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wildom 'ooait, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myd:ery. 
And  there  I  fix  my  trull. 

H  Y  M  N  CXLIX.     CM. 
Honour  to  ?nagijlrates  :  cr,  goverywient  frorr. 

Go-l. 
I   T^TERNAL  Sov'rei.^n  of  the  flcv, 
1L«     And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majeily, 
Our  iirit  obedience  owe. 
a  Ourlb.'s  adore  thy  throne  fupremc, 
Andblefs  thy  providence 
For  Hiagiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 
3  [The  crowns  of  Britilh  princes  flrine' 
With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 


Ecokll.      HYMN     CL.  CLL  2:1 

To  make  the  nation  biefsM. ! 

4  Kiiigdoms  on  Hrm  foundations  fland, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  finners  peiifli  horn  the  land 
•  Eyjuilice  and  the  Iword. 

5  Let  Casfar's  due  he  ever  paid 

To  C32far  and  his  throne  j 
But  confciences  and  fou's  weie  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

H  y  M  N    CL.     CM. 
Ihe  deceiifulnef;  cfjtn. 

1  QiN  has  athoiiiand  treacherous  arts 
sD     To  practjle  on  the  mind  ; 

With  fiatt'rirg  looks  ihe  tempts  our  hearts. 
But  leaves  a  iting  behind. 
%  With  names  of  virtue  fiie  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young ; 
'  And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes. 
She  makes  hisfettsis  ilmng. 

3  Sh2  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings 

And  gives  a  fair  preterxe  ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav*nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Cur  mother  took  the  poifcTi  there. 
And  tainted  ail  her  blood. 

H  y  M  N     CLL    L.  M,     . 
Propkefy  and  infpiraiion. 

2  '■'T^WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X    The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  y 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm*d  their  hearts  with  heav*nly  fire, 
%  The  works  and  wonders  v/hich  they  v/rought 
G  3 


la  ^i  Y  M  N     CLII.  Book  K. 

Connrm'd  the  meiTages  they  brought  ; 
The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath, 
To  iiive  the  holy  words  from  deach. 
Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleature  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  rKime,.  who  dy'd  for  me. 
Let  the  falie  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  ioil  and  vanilh  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hopeficure  ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 

H  Y  M  N    CLII.    C.  M. 

Sinai  and  Sion,  Heb.  xii.  i  g,  &c. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempell,  fire,  and  fmoke. 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke  ; 
But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill. 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 
Behold  til*  innumerable  hoft 

OF  angels  clo.ith'd  in  light ! 
Behold  thefpirits  of  the  jult. 

Whofe  f dith  is  tnrn'd  to  fight  ! 
Behold  the  blefl'-d  afT^mhly  there, 

Whofe  names  ^•'e  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all  declares 

Their  vileft  (ins  forgiven. 
The  lamts  on  earth,  and  all  the  deid 

Buc  one  com'nunion  make  ; 
All  ji?>in  in  C!»rill:  their  living  head. 

And  of  hi?  grace  partake. 
In  laeh  focieiy  as  this 

My  weary  Ibul  would  reil : 


k 


Book  II.    H  Y  M  :^'    CLIII.    CLIV.        %i3 

The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  Is, 
Mutt  DC  for  ever  bieil. 

K  Y  M  N     CLIII.     C.  M. 

Ths  d if.  cnipsr^  folly  ^  and  ynadnefs  of  Jin- 
■I  oIN,  like  a  venomous  dueale, 
O  Infects  our  vital  blood  : 
The  only  balm  is  fov^reiprn  grace, 
And  tKe  phvfician,  God. 
%  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled. 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Chiiftth-  Lord  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath, 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within. 

The  paffions  burn  and  rage  ; 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  flail  divine. 
The  inward  fire  afTuage. 

4  [We  Hck  the  duft,  we  graip  the  wind. 
And  folid  good  defpife ; 

Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 
3  W"e  give  our  fouls  the  v/ounds  they  feel. 
We  drink  the  poisonous  gall. 
And  rulh  vvilh  fury  down  to  heli  ; 
But  heav-n  prevents  the  fall.] 
6    [The  man  poiTefs'd,  among  the  tombs 
Cuts  his  own  flsfhand  cries: 
He  foams  and  raves  till  Jefus  comer. 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

H  Y  M  N     CLIV.    L.  M. 

.   Self-rif^hteoufnefs  infufficiejit. 
I   "  "tTTHERE  are  ihe  mourners  "^  (faith  the 
VV  Lord) 

"  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word? 
*  llaiah  1.  lo,  1 1* 
G4 


«24  HYMN      CLV.  Book  II. 

"  That  walk  in  daiknefs  all  the  day  ? 

*'  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  ftay, 

a,  ["  No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
"  Can  for  the  fmalleft  iin  atone; 
**  f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
*'  Will  not  your  leaft  pollutions  hide. 

J  **  The  fofteit  couch  that  nature  knows, 
**  Can  give  the  confcicnce  no  repofe: 
*'  Look  to  my  righteoufnefs,  and  live  : 
•'  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.]) 

4  "  Ye  fons  of  piide,  ih^t  kindle  coals 

"  With  ycur  own  hards  to  warm  your  fouls, 
**  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
"  Enjoy  the  fp  irks  that  ye  deiire  : 

5  "  This  is  our  portion  at  my  hands, 

*'  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
**  Ye  iliall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
"  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair/' 

HYMN    CLV.    C.  M. 

Chrift  our  pajfover. 
I  T    O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies    ■ 
-L^   To  Pharaoh's  flubbom  land; 
The  pride  and  flower  of  Egypt  dieg 
By  his  vindictive  hand, 
a  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er. 
Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  iign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  iamb  muft  bleed, 

To  break  th*  Egyptian  yoke  ; 

Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed. 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  flroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  Ipilnkled  too    . 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 

•f  Ifaiah  xxviii.  20. 


/ 

Book  II.        HYMN     CLVI.  iii 

Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  gulltv  foul  of  mine. 
5  Jefus  our  paflbver  was  ilain. 
And  has  at  once  procui'd 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain,  ^ 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

HYMN     CLVL    C.   M. 

Prefumption  and  defpair  :  <?r,  Satan^s  various 
temptations. 

I  T  Hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
X     I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 
%  He  feeds  our  hopes-with  airy  dreams, 
Or  kills  with  flavifh  fear ; 
And  holds  us  Hill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  How  eafy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;'* 
Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  fotgiv'n." 

4  [He  bids  young  iinners,  "  Yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God  or  death; 
*'  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged  "  They  raufl  die  ;* 

''  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray; 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
For  they  have  loll:  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  (upports  his  cruel  throne 

By  miichief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  ions  of  Adam  dowr, 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 
G  5 


*26    HYMN  CLVII.  CLVItl.   Boook  11 

•J  Almighty  God,  cat  fhort  his  p0w*r, 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell  ; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  dov/n  to  hell. 

HYMN    CLVII.  C.  M. 

Ike  fame, 
\  'KTO^'^  Satan  comes   with  dreadful  roar, 
X^      And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can*t  devour, 
With  a  malicious  joy. 
2  Ye  fons  of  God  oppofe  his  rage  ; 
Pvefift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  dearefl  Lord  engage, 
A  nd  vanquijfh  him  alone. 
J  Now  he  appears  almofl  divine, 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  f^roent  lurks  within 
When  he  afTumes  the  dove. 
I  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver^ s  tongue. 
Ye  fons  of  A^dam,  fly  .• 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftiong, 
Nor  fhould  the  children  try. 

H  Y  M  N    CLVIII.    L.  M. 
iSfTjy  Caved  :  or,  the  almojl  chrijiian^  the 
hypecrite  atid upojiate, 

BROAD   is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 
And  thcufands  walk  together  there  j 
Eut  wifdom  ftiews  a  narrow'r  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

\.  *'  Deny  thylelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  conrnjand  i 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drols, 
3f*fhe  would  gain  this  heav*nly  land. 

.  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  moie. 


Book  II.        H  Y  M  N     CLiX.  V:?; 

Is  but  efteem'd  alinoll  a  faint, 

And  makes  Ins  own  dellrut5lion  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  ; 
Which  fake  apoHates  never  knew. 

H  Y  M  N     CLIX.     C,  M. 

An  nncoriverted  jiate  :  or  convertmg  grace, 
I  Vf^  RE  AT  King  ot  glorv  and  ®f  giace  t 
vJJ     \Te  own  with  burr>ble  fliame, 
Kpw  vik  IS  our  degenerate  race, 
■\  nd  our  firft  father's  name  ] 
%  From  iYdam  flows  cur  tainted  blood. 
The  poiion  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  avtric  -o  dll  that's  good 
And  wiliin      •'  ves  to  i^n 

5  [Daily  we  ^.    =  k  th"'-  'ic!v  laws, 

And  tken  r- ject  thy  grace  ; 
Engaged  in  t^  e  old  ferpeni's  craff, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 
4  We  live  eftrang'd  a-ar  fron?  God, 
And  love  the  diilance  .v-'v.Il  ; 
V/ith  hafte%vc  run  the  dang'rous  read 
That  Ica^s  to  death  and  hell. 
J  And  can  ilich  rebels  be  reftcr'd  ! 
Such  nat'jres  maf"e  divine  ! 
Let  finners  fee  thy  g'ory.  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine, 
i  We  raife  our  Father's  naq^e  en  high, 
Who  his  own  Spirit  fends, 
To  bring  rebellious  Grangers  nigh. 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 
G  6 


li,^        H  Y  M  N     CLX.     CLXI.    Book  11 

H  y  M  N    CLX.    L.  M. 

CujiGm  in  Jin, 
J   T    ET  the  wii  :  leopards  of  the  wood 

-Li  l^ut  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives  ! 

Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives. 
a  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 

Wafh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 

The  dead  as  wr^l!  miy  leave  their  graves, 

As  old  tranlgreflbrs  ceafe  to  (in. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
*Twill  not  en  Jar",  th.^  Jeafb  controul  ; 
None  but  a  pow^r  divinely  llrong. 
Can  turn  the  current  ©f  the  foul. 

4  Great  God!  I  own  thy  pow*r  divine,  " 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  would  be  form'd  a-new,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXI.     C.  M. 
Chr-jtlan  virtues:  or^the  difficulty  of  co7:verJioi:. 
X    Q  TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 
O  That  leads  to  jovs  on  high  ; 
*Tis  but  a  tew  that  find  the  gate, 
Wnile  crouds  mii]:ike  and  die. 
a  Beloved  fcU  muil  be  denvM, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Pafiion  lupprefs'd,  and  patience  try*d, 
And  vain  defires  rabdu*d. 
,3  [^FlefJi  is  adang'rt)us  foe  to  grace, 
Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flcih  mult  ba  humbled,  pride  abas*d 
Left  they  deilrov  our  fouls. 
4  Tlie  love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence 

(That  vils  idolatry) 
\  And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
\    Jn  f'vveetiubjection  lie. 


Sook  II.  H  Y  M  N    CLXII,  CLXIII.      125. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow% 
Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint : 
We  mull  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 
i  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 
Fulfil  a  taflc  fo  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  mull  all  my  work  perform. 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

HYMN     CLXII.     CM. 

'Th  iheditation  of  hea-ven  :  or,  the  joys  of  faith, 
I  1\  ,TY  thoughts  furmount  thef^ lower  ikies, 
IVJL    And  look  within  the  veil ; 
There  Iprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife. 
The  waters  never  fail. 
z  There  I  behold  with  fwcet  delight 
The  blefled  Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  afFeftions  fix  my  light 
On  God*s  incarnate  Son. 
3  His  promife  ftands  for  ever  firm^ 
His  grace  fhali  ne'er  depart ; 
lie  binds  my  name  upon  his  arnij 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 
I    Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings ; 
How  fhort  our  forrows  are.  ! 
When  with  eternal,  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare. 
$  I  would  not  be  a  llranger  Hill 
To  that celeflial  place, 
Where  1  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Neai-  my  Redeemer's  face. 


'D 


HYMN    CLXni.    C.   M, 
Co7npiaint  oj  defertion  and  temptation, 
EAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diftrefs. 
Our  iins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
G  1 


ico  H  Y  M  N    CLXIV.         Beck  it. 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  ofcor.q'Ting  grace, 
And  lett-i.y  foes  be  (lain. 

2  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Affrights  thy  feeble  iheep  : 

Reve-dl  the  glory  of  thy  pcvv*r. 

And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Mufi:  we  irdulgp  a  long  deJpaif  ? 

ShiiU  cur  petitions  die  ? 
Cur  mourninps  never  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tenrs  aftea  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  dtfpife  a  rricrtal  .uiciin, 

Yet  hesr  a  8aviouf*s  bicod  ; 
An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne, 
P-eads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  Kc  r.rcught  the  fpirit*s  pow'rful  f\vord 

To  flay  our  (^eadly  foes: 
Our  fms  ihali  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  he]}  in  vain  cppofe. 

6  Howboundicfs  is  our  Father'^s  grace. 

In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  made  his  Son  cur  righteoufneifs. 
His  fpirio  is  our  flrength. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXFV.     C.  M. 
7/.e  end  of  the  '^jjorU. 
I  'TXT'HY  ftouid  this  earth  delight  us  fo? 
V >      Why  fhould  we  lix  our  eyes 
On  theie  low  ground?,  vv  here  forrows  grow. 
And  ev'ry  pleasure  dier>? 
a  While  time  lis  iharpeft  teeth  prepares, 
Our  coiutbn?  to  devcv.r, 
There  is  a  land  ?bore  the  ftais, 
And  jcy<5  above  his  pow*r 
3  Nature  ihaH  W.  diflb!v*d  and  dif, 
The:  h)n  iuuii' end  his  race. 
The  e?.rth  and  fe;i  for  ever  fly 
Before  mv  Saviour-'s  face. 


Book  II.        HYMN   CLX/.  j|i 

4  When  will  that  gloriou?  mornii]^  rife, 
When  the  lail  crumpets*  iound 
Sh?.il  call  the  nations  to  tr.-  fld-^s, 
From  underneatn  the  gioiad? 

HYMN    CLXY.    CM. 

Unfruitful ncfi,  ignoru::c?^  and uvfan^ifisd 
a^feflions, 
I  y     ONG  have  I  fit  beneath  the  found 
l_j     Ot  thy  falv?  1-  rj ,  Lc.-d  j 
But  ftill  how  weak  aiv  fV.-.h  .3  found. 
And  ktip, '/ledge  of  thy  word! 
a  Oft  i  frequent  thy  noJy  oi^-ce, 
.'  1  '  !'-     ■  :'  •^-:  '  .     .i^:>; 
Ho--  :,^y  grace 

My  aic'try ;  cu.'      :  ::^'^! 

3  My  dear  Aloiightyy :  ^  1  my  G  od, 

How  Httte  art  thoi  kno v/n 
'-     111  the  judg.nents  of  thy  •X)d, 
.*ndl>ldlings  of  thy  throne  ! 

4  rHo\!/  caidand  fe-bie  is  my  lore  ! 

H  jvv  negUgent  my  fear  ! 
How  Io\y  my  nope  otjsys  above! 
How  few  aifei^i  J"  IS  there  !] 
Z   Gr-at  God  !  thy  f;v'  dga  pow*r  impart 
_  _  _  To  givetiiy  .v;  ri  fa ;ccfs  ; 
Vi  rite  thy  {alvation  in  my  heart, 

And  make  ine  iearn  thy  grace. 
6  Shew  my  forgeifa!  feet  the  ^vay 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  kno  v  ledge  gro'.vi  v/ithoat  decay. 
And  love  Thall  never  die.] 
G  S 


z^z  HYMN    CLXVI.  Book  II. 

HYMN    CLXVI.      CM. 

The  divine  perfe6iio?is. 
»  TJOW  fhall  1  praifs  th*  eternal  God, 
Xi-That infinite  Unknown! 
Who  can  afcendhis  high  abode. 
Or  venture  ne?r  his  throne  ! 
a  [The  great  invifible  !  he  dwells 
Conceai'd  in  dazzling  light  ; 
But  his  all-fearching   eve  reveals 
The  I'ecrets  of  the  night. 
I  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  flcep, 
Survey  the  world  around  ! 
His  wildom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

4  [Speak  v/e  of  Strength  ?  his  arm  is  llrong. 

To  fave  or  to  deftroy  : 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong. 
And  endlels  i3  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  (hadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  ti  uth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  Sinners  before  his  prcfencedie: 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flcone."} 

7  JuOice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down 

Bougb.t  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
S  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King  ! 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 

The  glories  of  my  Lord. 


Book  IT.        H  Y  M  N    CLXVU.  23$ 

H  YJVI  N    CLXVII.    L.  M. 

The  dhine  perfcRlons, 

1  /^<RE.iT  God  !  thy  glories  ihaU  employ  1 
V_T  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy ; 
My  lips  in  longs  of  honour  bring 
Theif  tribute  to  th'  etema!  King. 

z  [Earth  and  the  Hars,  and  -.vorlds  unknown, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
4.11  nature  hangs  upon  his  v/ord. 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

\  His  fov'reign  pow'r  v/hat  mortal  knows  ! 
If  he  commands,  who  dare  ODpofe  ? 
Wich  ilrengch  he  girds  hi oifelf  around. 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  [Who 'hall  pretend  to  teach  him  fldll, 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wifdcrn  like  a  lea  divine, 

Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line, 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jr.aloufy  ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,   and  ftieds 
His  li'ry  veng'ance  on  their  heads. 

6  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  light 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftruction  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncovered  to  his  eye. 

7  [  Th'  c-erna!  law  before  him  ftands  ; 
Hjs  iaftice  with  imperial  hinds 
Divides  to  all  their  due  rcv/ard. 

Or  by  the  fceptre,   or  the  fword.] 
%  [His  mercy,  h'ke  a  bo  indleis  fea", 

Wa^es  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 

While  his  own  Son  cane  down  and  dy*d 

T'  engage  his  juilice  on  cur  fide.] 
5  [Each  of  liis  words  demands  ray  faith  ; 

My  fjui  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 
G  9 


4^4    H       M  N   CLXVIII  CLXIX.  Book  H. 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps. 
The  largeft  promile  of  his  lips.] 
JO  Q,  tell  me  with  a  gende  voice, 
"  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  1*11  rejoice: 
Fill'd  with  thy  love  I  dare  proclaim 
Thebrighteft  honours  of  thy  name.* 

HYMN    CLXVIII.    L.   M. 

The  fame. 

1    TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ! 
His  glory  fhines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
Ko  mortal  can  luftain  the  fight.        • 

4  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  jullice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  fape, 
His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Thro*  all  his  works  his  wifdom  fliines. 
And  baffles  Satan*s  deep  deligns; 
His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 

The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  v/ill. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend- 
To  be  my  fnther  and  my  friend  ? 
Then  let  ray  fongs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  njine. 

HYMN    CLXIX. 

^  he  fame  as  Pfalm   cxlviii. 
I       nPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
X.     His  throne  is  built  on  high 
The  ggrmerts  hea/Tumes 
Aie  light  and  majeily  ; 
His  glories  Hiine 
With  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  light. 


Book  II.  HYMN    CLXX.  335 

2  The  tliiinders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  j 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ilund 
To  guard  liis  holy  law  ; 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blels. 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feais  the  grace. 

3  Thro*  ail  his  ancient  works 
Surprifing  wifdom  fnines, 
Confounds  the  pow*is  of  hell. 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defignst's 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  Ihall  fulfil  ' 
His  great  decrees 
His  ibv'ieign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  1 
And  ^yiIl  he  write  his  name, 

**'  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ?- 
I  love  his  name  ! 
1  love  his  word  ! 
Join  all  my  pow*rs, 
And  praiie  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M   N    CLXX,    L,  M. 

God  incjjnprekenfibi;  and fcvere'ign. 
I  [/^  AX  creatures  to  perfection  find  * 
^^    Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  laTgelt  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  iearch  his  nature  out  ? 
%  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell  ; 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  &y, 
And  all  the  fhining  worlds  on  high. 

*  Job  xi    7,  &c. 


2  36  H  Y  M  N    CLXX.  Book  II 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  hin  be  wife  ; 
Born  like  a  wild  young  coit,  he  flies 
Thro*  all  the  tcliies  othis  mind, 

And  fmelis  and  fnufFs  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  po<.v*r  unknown  ; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
If  he  rtfolves,  who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  ailc  him  why,  or  what  he  dovis  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole ; 
He  calms  the  temoeft  of  the  fjul  :. 
When  helhu'S  up  in  long  ddpair, 

Who  can  remove  the  hea^i'y  bar  ? 

6  *^  He  frowns,  and  darkneli  veils  the  moon  ; 
The  fainting  ilin  grows  dim  at  )ioon  : 

f  The  pi'larsof  heav'n*s  ftarryrqof 

Tremble  and  flart  at  his  reproof. 
9   lie  gaye  the' vaulted  heaven  its  form. 

The  crooked  ferpcnc  and  the  worm  ; 

He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 

Aa.i  finites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death, 
g  Thtfearea  portion  of  his  ways; 

But  who  ihall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 

Vv'ho  can  endure  his  light,  or  Hand 

To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

*  Job  xxv.  5.      t  Job  xxvi.  ir,  &c. 


The  END  of  the  SECOND  BOOK. 


H    -Y     M     N     S. 

BOOK       IIL 

Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper, 


HYMN    I.    L.  M. 

The  Lord*s  Supper  injiitufed, 
I  Cor.  xi.'a3,  &c. 
tnpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
X     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arole 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 
Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 
He  took  the  bread  and  blefs'd  and  brake  ; 
What  love  thro-  all  his  aftions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ! 
"  This  is  my  body  broke  for  lin  ; 
"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blefs'd  the  wine : 
"■'  *Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 
[For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn. 
He  bore  the  icourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
Andjuftice  pour*d  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  flead. 
For  us  liis  vital  blood  v/as  fpik, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  \ 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggell  fize, 


,3%  HYMN    11.  Book  HI- 


He  give  his  foul  a  hcrliice.'] 
"  Do  tiiis  (he  cry  Vj  j  *:ili  tii 
**  5n  TTipm'ry  of  your  dying  1 


6  "  Do  ciiis  (he  cry  Vj  j  *dli  ti.ne  (hull  end, 


g  xriend 

COi 


f  Meet  at  ray  table,  and  r^ 

"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord  ; 
7  [Jeilis  !  thy  feail  v/e  celebrate, 

W3  Ihew  thy  dea:h,  v/e  fmg  thy  nnme, 
Till  thou  return,  an  d  we  wall  eat 
The  marriage-lupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

H  Y  ra  N    IL    S.  M. 

Co?m7iunlon  -ojit^  Chrift,   and  nvith  faint i^ 
I  Cor.  X,  1 6,  17. 
I      [TESUS  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  arround  his  board; 
Here  pardoned  reblls  fie,  and  hold 
Conimuninn  with  their  Lord. 
3r       For  food  he  gave  his  fjefh; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood, 
Amzing  favour,  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  ^^-{cendingGod!] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  vvine 

Maintains  our  fairitinp;  breath, 
By  union  with  Oiir  (ivir.,^  Lord, 
And  int'rejd  in  his  death . 

4  Our  hoav'nlv  Father  calls 
Chriil  and  his  members  ■»-:?; 

We  the  young  chddrm  of  his  lo^e^ 
And  he  the  firfl-bo'n  vSon. 

5  We  am  bi.t  fev'ral  ixins 
or  the  fame  broken  brr^ad; 

One  bodv  hath  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
Bat  Jefus  is  th-^  h(:;jd.  ^ 

6  Let  all  our  pu'v'rs  be  joined 
Ills  glorious  naio'  tora"le: 

Plei^fare  and  love  li'l  ev*rv  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praifc^ 


Book  III.        HYMN    ill.    IV.  239 

H  Y  M  N    III.    C.  M. 

T be  new)  Ti[jln::isr.'i  ir,   the  blood  /y' Chrifl,  cr. 

the  i'S'x  covenant  Jeaied. 
1  "  '^r^HE  prciiifc  of  m-y  Fatiier's  love 
i.      **  Sl'all  ikiid  for  ever  good;" 
He  faid,  and  ai.d  gave  his   foul  to  deat!i, 
And  ieai'd  the  grace  ^AJ*-h  blood. 
z  To  diis  dear  cov'n-'ii.  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  uorthlcis  name  ; 
I  leal  th'  engagcrrient  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim 

3  The  light,  and  iirength,  aad  pard'ning  giace, 

And  glory  inail  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  ibul,  my  heart  and  fiefh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 

Which  Jeiiis  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twaspmchas'd  with  a  dying  groan. 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 

5  Sv/eet  is  the  mem'ry  cf  his  name 

Vv^ho  bleis*d  us  in  his  will, 

And  to  his  teftament  oi  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

HYMN     IV.    C.  M. 

Chrifl's  dpng  love  :  or,  our  pardon  bought  at  a 

dear  price. 
I  TTOW  condefcending  and  how  kind 
XJ.     Was  God*s  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reached  his  heav*nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  dov/n. 
a  [When  Juflice,  by  our  lins  provoked, 
Drew  forth  his  dreadful  Iword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke. 
Without  a  murmuring  woid.] 
3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raiie  us  to  his  throne; 


a4o  HYMN    V.  Book  III, 

There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bellows 
But  coll  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compaffion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood. 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  NoNV  tho'  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary; 
Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 
€  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 
As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  thro'  his  wounded  fide.] 
7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 
Of  Jufus*  dying  love  ; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  foft  affedion  move.] 
S  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt. 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN    V.     C.  M. 

Chrifl  the  bread  of  life,  John  vi.  31,  25»  3^* 
I   T    ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  word, 
■i  J     *Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed  ; 
Thou  art  our  living flream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread, 
a  [The  manna  came  from  lower  fides. 
But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
3  The  Jews,  the  father's  dy'd  at  laft, 
Who  ate  that  heav'nly'bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  talle 
Can  raifc  us  from  the  dead  j 


K 


Book  III.  HYMN    VI.  441 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flefli 

To  noiirifh  dyinp:  men  ; 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
Left  we  fhonid  fsint  again. 

5  Our  ibuls  fhall  draw  their  heavenly  breath, 

While  Jefus  finds  fiipplies  : 
Nor  fhall  cur  graces  fink  to  death. 
For  Jefiis  never  dies. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays,  " 

But  Chrift  our  life  fliall  come  j 
His  uniefifted  pow'r  (hall  raile 
Oar  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

HYMN     VL    L.  M. 

The  memorial  of  our  ahfent  Lord. 

John  xvi.  16.  Lukexxii.  19.  John  xiv.  3. 
J    TESUS  is  gone  above  the  flcies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes    reach  him  not ; 

And  carnal  objeds  court  our  eyes, 

To  thurfl  oui  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
1  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And.  to  refreili  OUT    minds,  he  gave 

Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  lorci  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flelh  and  dying  blood: 
We  on  the  rich  proviiion  fe^-d. 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  the  God, 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot. 
And  earth  grow  leis  in  cur  eileem; 
Chrifl  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought. 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

5  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight,    •, 
*Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 


1t,^        HYMN    Vil.  Vm.        Book  III. 

Whence  our  returnh^g  Lord  iliall  conie; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  a'.vful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  i'pints  home.] 

II  Y  M  K     VII.  L.  M. 

€ruciJixion  to  the  ivorld^  by  the  crofs  oj  Chrifl, 

Gal.  vi.  14, 
I  ■^T^'HEN'  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
V\      On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd. 

My  richeil  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
s  Forbid  it,  Lord,  tbat  I  iliould  boatl. 

Save  in  the  deith  of  Chriit  my  God; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moll, 

I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  liii  '1  mds  his  feet. 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e*er  fuch  love  and  f  jrrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown! 

4  [His  dying  crimion,  lirie  a  robe. 
Spreads  o*er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  1  dead  to  ail  the  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.j 

5  Were  the  whole  real  n  oF  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  pr?ifent  fir  too  fmall ; 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divirie, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  myall. 

H  Y  M  N    Vni.      CM. 

Ths  [^se  of  life. 
I    [/^  OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune, 
V-i  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  throne. 
And  we  around  his  boird. 
a  Wh'le  on:e  upon  this  lo.ver  ground, 
Weary  and  faint  ye  ft  )od. 
What  dear  refreili.neaLs  here  yc  found 


Souk  III.  H  Y  M  IT    IX  243 

Frcm  this  immortal  food  I'] 
3  The  tiee  of  lite,  that  near  the  throne. 
In  heaven's  high  garden  grows. 
Laden  with  grace  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever fmiling boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  amonglt  the  leaves  here  flands, 

The  fweet  celeilialdove. 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  bangs 
The  banner  of  his  love,] 

5  [^*Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight^ 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit ; 
His  fruit  is  plealmg  to  the  fight, 
And  to  the  taile  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  Ipreads  thro'  dying  hearts. 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts 
Without  a  fting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftand 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  : 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  ail  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruits  as  thefe. 
S  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  liviRg  brap.ch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

HYMN     IX.     S.  M. 

The  Spirit,  the  •^vater.  and  thebhcdi 
I  John  V.  6. 
J       T    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one 
1-^   To  praife  cur  God  on  high. 
Who  from  his  bolom  fent  his  Son 
To  fetch  us  Grangers  nigh. 
5      Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  ling  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Jelus,  th'  ambaflador  of  peace. 
Row  cheerfully  he  came. 


244  H  Y  M  N     X.  Book  HI. 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good, 

4  My  Saviour's  pieiced  fide 
Poured  out  a  double  fjood  ; 

By  water  we  are  purify 'd 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,  our  prieft,  atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpllt, 
AndofFer'd  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  fou!,  to  him, 
Whofe  death  was  thy  delert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living  flream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  curfed  tree 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 

■paifils  his  Father's  great  decree. 

And  all  our  wants  iupplies. 
%       Thus  ihe  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  thefpirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 

"VVe  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  Eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above. 

Here  I  believe  he  dy'dfor  me, 
And  feal  myiSaviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin  ; 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart : 

Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
And  witncis  to  my  heart.] 

HYMN     X.    L.  M. 

Chrifl  c-ticijied^  the  '^xn/do^n  and  po'wer  of  God. 
I    \T  ATURE  with  open  volume  Hands, 
-lN    To  fpread  h-cr  iM.iker's  praife  abroad; 


Book  Til.  H  Y  xM  N    Xf,  24^ 

And  ev*ry  labour  of  his  hands 
Shews  fomething  worthy  or  -^  God. 

2  B'lt  ID  the  grace  that  reicu'd  man, 
His  brighicll  form  of  glory  ftiines  y 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  *tis  iairefl  drawn 
In  precious  blood  arjd  crimibn  lines. 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  5 
Nor  wit  can  guefs  :  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  bell  is  writ, 

The  powT,  the  wifdoni,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here!  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  joipj 
Piercing  his  Son  with  fharpeit  fmart, 
To  make  the  puichas'd  pleafures  mine. 

J  O  !  theiweet  wonders  of  that  crcfs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd,  and  dy^d  ! 
Her  noblelf  life  my  fpirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wound*  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name. 
In  founds  to  mortaJ  ears  unknown  ; 
W^ith  angels  join  topraife  the  Lamb, 
And  worlhip  at  his  Father*s  throne. 

HYMN     XI.     C.  M, 
Pardon  hrou^ht  to  oiirfenfes. 
I  y    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  1 
i   i     How  heav'niy  is  the  place 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feail 
Qi  his  redeeming  grace  I 
s  There  the  rich  bounties  or  our  God, 
And  fweeteil   glories  fhine  ; 
There  Jefus  fays,  rhat  "  I  am  his, 

"  And  my  Beloved's  mine. 
3  "  Here  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

Andfliews  his  wounded  fide) 
*'  See  here  thefpring  of  all  our  jovs, 
*'  That  open'd  when  1  dy'd  1"' 


24^  H  Y  xM  N    Xir.  Book  HI. 

4  [Hefmilesand  cheers  my  mournful  heart. 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this  (fays  he;  1  b.-re  for  thee;" 
And  then  he  fmiies  ag.in.] 

5  What  Ihall  we  pay  our  heavSily  King 

For  grace  fo  vail  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  leals  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fach  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  ail  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  oi   a  God.] 

7  To  him  that  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlafting  praife ; 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  po\v*r, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

HYMN    XII.     L.  M. 

The  gofpelfeaji,  Lukexiy.  i6,  &c. 
I   [tt  OW  rich  are  thy  provildons.  Lord  I 
irl  Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above  ! 
Thefiuits  of  life  o'erfptcad  tlie  board, 
The  cup  overflows  with  heav'niy  love, 
a  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firll  invited  to  the  feail  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refule, 
And  Gentiles  thyfalvation  tafte, 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
But  at  the  gofpel-call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fapply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell. 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell. 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prcfence  here.] 

5  [What  Ihall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
That  left  theheav'nof  hi;  abodi, 


Book  III.  H  Y  M  N    XIII.  247 

.  4^ 

And  to  this  wretched  earth  carae  down. 
To  bring  us  wanderers  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  coll  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
To  buY  our  fouls  it  cofthis  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Wrre  bought  with  agonies  unknown, 

7  Our  everlaiting  love  is  due 

To  him  that  ranlom'd  finners  loll; 
And  pityM  rebels,  Vv'hen  he  knew 
The  vaft  expence  his  love  would  coll.] 

HYMN    Xlir.     C.  M. 
Divine  love  rnaking  a  feaji,  and  calling  ift  the 

gtiejfs,  Luke  xlv.  17,  22,  i^. 
I   TTOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
Xl    With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
While  everlafting  love  difpiays 
The  choiceft  of  her  ftores  1 
ft  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
With  foft  companion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought   with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  louls. 
^  [While  all  our  hearts  and  all  ourfongs 
Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueil  ? 
A  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
"  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
"  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?" 

5  *Tv\^as  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft. 

That  fweetlv  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elie  we  had  ftill  reftis'd  to  tafte, 
And  perilh'd  m  oar  lin- 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  1 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  v/ord  abroad, 


24^        H  Y  M  N    XIV.   XV.        Book  HI. 

And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 
7  We  long  to  k:e  thy  churches  full. 
That  all  the  cholen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  aadfoal, 
Suig  thy  Redeeraing  grace.] 

H  Y  M  N  XIV.    L.  M. 

Thefong  of  Simeon,  Luke  ii.  aS  ;  or,  ajigh'tof 
Chrift  makes  death  eafy. 

I  "XTOW  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God, 
.IN    We  would  forget  all  earthly  ciiarms, 
And  wiih  to  die,  as  Simeon  wou'd. 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arras. 

^  Oar  lips  Ihoiild  learn  that  joyful  iiii'gy 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepared  like  his; 
Our  louls  fcill  willing  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
And  viev/'d  falvation  v/ith  our  eyes. 
Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word, 
The  bread  delcending  from  the  fkies. 

4  Thou  ha.l  prepared  this  dying  Lamb, 
Hail  f^t  his  blood  before  our  face, 

To  tench  the  terrors  of  thy  name. 
And  *lia'.v  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  Our  light;   our  morning-liar 
Shall  ihiae  on  nations  yet  unknown  ;  ' 
The  glory  of  thine  ifrc!  here, 

And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne. 

HYMN    XV.    C.  M. 

Our  Lord  jefus  at  his  ow.'t  tabU. 

1  ['T~^HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

X       Av/akes  a  tljarjifal  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  hi^  royal  board. 
And  blefs'^d  the  food,  pLnd  fiing  : 

2  Happy  the  men  thac  eat  this  bread; 


|$ock  III.        HYMN    XM.  245 

But  doubly  bleis'd  \v?.3  he 
That  gently  bo\v*Q  his  ioving  head. 
And  Iean*d  it^Lorc,  on  thee. 

3  By  hkh,  the  fame  dehghis  we  talle 

As  that  "greatfav'rite  did. 
And  ih  and  lean  on  jeliis'^  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Dov/nf'om  the  palace  of  the  fides, 

Richer  the  King  defcends  ; 
**  Come,  my  btlcved;  eat  (he  cries) 
"  And  drirk  falvation,  friends. 

5  ["  My  Hefii  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

*'  A  balm  fcrall  ycur  pains: 
"  And  the  red  ftrearas  of  pardon  flow 
*'  From  thele  my  pierced  veins'\] 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love 

For  fjch  a  feafi  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bicflings  too, 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings  cur  fculs  to  refl  1 
Then  we  fnall  need  thefe  types  no  more. 
But  dweli  at  th*  heav'nly  feaft.] 

HYMN    XVI.     C.  M. 

72e  ago;: ies  of  Chrii^. 
t  "Vy  owlet  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
-L  i    Cur  hearts  no  more  repine; 
bur  fufr'iings  are  rot  worth  a  thought. 
When,  Lord,  compared  with  thine. 
Tt  In  lively  Hguies  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  cF  Love  ; 
Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  his  rife, 
While  fitting  round  his  boaid  ; 
And  back  to  Calvarv  llie  flies, 


»5o  HYMN     XVII.  Bc;okItI„ 

To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul  what  agonies  it  felt 
When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 

Lay  heavy  on  him  too  ! 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fill, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Groce,  wifdomjuftice  join'dand  wrought. 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
N6  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought. 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Out  hymns  Ihould  found  iike  thole  above. 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet  Lord,  our  hearts  ihall  all  be  love^ 
•    And  all  our  lives  be  praife . 

HYMN    XVIL    S.  M. 
Incomparable  food '.  or,ibsjlejh  and  blood  oj 

Chrift. 
I       ^"SJif^  ^^"2  ^^*  amazing  deeds 

VV      That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th*  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
To_  no uriili- dying  worms. 
%      This  foul-reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  *tls  thy  blood  ; 
We  thank  that  facred  ftefh  of  thine 
For  this  immortal  food.] 
5       The  banquet  that  we  eat 
Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ! 
Earth  has  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  our   Redeemer  brings. 
4       In  vain  had  Adam  fought. 

And  feaich'dhis  garden  round  ; 
For  there  was  no  fuch  blefied  fmst 
Ii  all  that  happy  ground. 


Book  in.        II  Y  M  N    XVIII  431 

J       Th*  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  tafte  this  food  ;. 
They  feait  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
B-iit  not  a  Saviour'-s  bfood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Beftows  this  matchlefs  grace, 

And  meets  us  with  ibrae  cheering  word> 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Come  all  ye  drooping  faifrts, 
And  banquet  with  the  King  : 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints. 

And  tune  your  voice  to  ling. 
S       Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  our  adored  Chriil  : 
Thro'  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 

His  glory  in  the  higk'fc. 

HYMN    XVIII.    L.  M. 

"The  fame, 
J    TESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet  .• 
J      Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ; 
Thy  facred  flefli  our  fouls  have  cat, 
*Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  thee,  Lord  I 
%  And  here  we  drink  ourSaviour*s  blood  ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  generous  tviile, 
Mingled  with  love  ;  the  fountain  flowed 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  iweetnefs  found. 
For  t]>e  Lamb's  ftefh  is  heav'nly  food  t 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  tine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Garnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head: 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  \»e  tafte 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  mafter  of  the  feaft; 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  ; 


25  ^        HYMN    XIX.    XX.        Book  III. 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

HYMN    XIX.    L.  M. 

Glory  in   thecrofs:    or,mtaJhamedofQ\m& 

crucified* 
I     A  T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 

t\.  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft } 
Thy  blood  like  wine  adorns  thy  board, 

And  thine  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 
a  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding'love, 

Andtruils  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd; 

We  hope  for  hea?'niy  crowns  above, 

From  a  Redeemer  ciucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fliame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  ©n  thy  caufe  ; 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour'3  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  thelcoffing  age. 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmoll  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

HYMN     XX.  C.  M. 

1  !:e  provifions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord:  or^the 
tree  of  itfe^  and  river  of  love. 

1  T    ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
X-i  And  (ing  the  fo'emn  feaft, 
Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  iland 

For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immorral  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  gunrd  the  pajfTage  to*t. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  }uic»: 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  ftreaming  for  our  ufe. 


Book  III.        HYMN    XXI.  253 

In  rivulets  of  love  "] 

4  The  food*s  prepar'd  by  heavenly  art, 

The  pleafures  weli  refin'd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  thro'  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love? 

Ye  faints  that  tafle  his  wine  : 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above. 
In  loud  hof^nnas  join. 

6  Athoufand  gloiies  w  the  God 

That  gives  iuch  joy  as  this  ; 
Hofanna  1  let  it  found  abroad. 
And  reach  where  jefus  is. 

HYMN    XXI.    C.  M. 

7 he  triumphal  feaji  for    Qhn^'s  viaory  ovsr 
fm,  and  death,  and  hdL 

1  r/^OME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

V^    High  as  our  joys  arife, 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  flcy, 
'     Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,  the  God  that  tought  and  bled. 

And  conquered  when  he  fell ; 
Thatrofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  allthe  powers  of  hell."] 

3  [Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feaft. 
And  brings  immortal  bJeffings  dov/n, 
For  each  redeemed  guell.]  _ 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  every  humble  ear  ! 

5  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

*^  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 
<*  Beholdray  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
H 


a54  HYMN     XXII.         Book  11 

**  And  Jock  into  my  fide. 
6  *'  Thele  are  the  wounds  for  you  1  bore, 
*'  The  tokens  cf  my  pains,, 
"  Whtn  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouL- 
"  From  mifery  and  chains. 
7  [*   Juftice  unfheathM  its  fi*ry  fword,  * 
"  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
"  Infinite  paiigs  foi  you  1  bore, 
"  And  mcft  tormentiRg  fmart. 
3  **  When  hell  and  all  its  fpitefui  pow'rs 
.'■   Stood  dreadful  in  my -way, 
**.  To  refcue  tbofe  dear  lives  of  youis, 
"  I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while  1  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'O; 

"  1  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
"  The  nioniltr  tumbling  down. 

10  '*  IMow  y(>u  rriuft  triumph  at  my  feail, 

*'  And  tafte  my  flefti,  my. blood; 
*'  And  hve  eternal  ages  blelVdy  " 
*    For  'tis  imm.oi  tal  food." 

11  Vi6lcrious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  : 
V/e  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.]         ^ 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praiie., 

The  tribute  of  our  tcngues  ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  nobleft  longs. 

HYMN    XXII.    L.  M. 

The  co7npaJfirn  of  a  dying  Chrift. 
I  ^UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  ; 
V^  O,  that  Our  feeble  jips  could  move 
In  ilrair.s  iiDmortaJ  as  his  nam.e. 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 
sWas  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 


.Book  III.  HYMN    XXIII.  255 

The  prince  of  heaven  refigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guiky  worms  from  deatli. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ; 
He  from  the  threat'nings  fetus  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs. 
And  nail*d  the  curfesto  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai*s  thunder  roars  no  more  ; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleflings  flow^ 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fnore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  Hains, ' 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood; 
Blefs^d  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jcfas,  our  incarnate  God/] 

^  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeakcompaffion  fo  divine; 
Had  we  athouland  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  (hould  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  xxm.   e.  M. 

Grace  an  J  glory  by  the  death  ^y'Chrift, 
I  [qiTTING  around  our  Father's  boaKi, 
O    We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  the  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 
z  We  lee  the  blood  of  Jefas  fhed, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rife ; 
The  linner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  thefacrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  feameful  crofs 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  Iprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4  O  !  *tisimpoffiblethat  we 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay. 


*36  HYMN     XXIV.     XXV.   Book  III 

Should  equal  fufF^rings  bear  for  thee. 
OrequaJ  thanks  repay. 

HYMN    XXlVi    c.  M. 

F  T.  i  V''^'  ^'^'^ '°  ^^^^  thy  grace, 
£  ^r  ^j^thygJonesfhine;  '^  ' 
The  Lord  v.'iJl  his  own  table  bJefs, 

And  make  th^  feaft  divine. 
t  W' f^  t..ucr.   we  tafre  the  heav'niy  bread, 

Vi'e  drink  the  Scored  cup; 
\\  ith  oiit .y,rd  forms  our  fenfe  is  kd. 

Our  louJs  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  liiaJi  app,ar  before  the  throne 

Ot  our  toi giving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fpnnkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  (hali  be  iliongto  run  the  race, 

And  cHmb  the  upper  ficy  ; 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bosght  a  large  fupply. 

5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  'frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  memory  of  his  name 
More  thai5  the  wine  we  tafte.] 

HYMN    XXV.    C  M. 

Divine  glories  and  graces. 
I  TTOW  are  thy  glories  here  difolay^d  ! 
JTX     Great  God!  how  bright  they  fhine  1 
WliiJe  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 
1  Here  thy  revenging  jullice  Hands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands 
Like  Jelus  on  the  crofs. 


Book  in.        HYMN    XXV.  157 

3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace, 

On  this  great  iacritice  ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 

To  heav*n  directs  her  fight  ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  warmer  pov/^rs  unite. 
5 [Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
And  rihng  lin  deftroy  : 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heait, 
Yet  not  forbids  our  joy. 
7  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight^    ' 
Let  fin  for  ever  die  ;  ' 

Then  (hall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


I^^^'i 


^   ■  HYMN    XXVI.  Book  III. 

1  Csn^ot  per^iisde  mylelf  to  put  a  full  period 
1  vj  th'ie  Divine  Hynms,  till  I  liave  addreffed 
SI  :> O'jI  £  ng  of  glory  to  Goi  the  Father,  the 
'S';//.  and  the  /^Vj'  Spirit.  Though  the  Lafm 
na:v.e  cfi;,  Gloria  Pairi,  be  retained  in  our 
na'^ion  Irom  the  rioman  church  ;  and  though 
tr  ere  may  be  fome  exceffes  of  fuperftidou3  ho- 
r-j'ir  paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have 
w-oujjKt  fome  unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker 
C  uiliians,  yet  I  believe  it  llii)  to  be  one  o^  the 
Df'b'efr  parts  of  Chriftian  v/orfnip.  The  fubjeft 
O!  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the  Tiinity,  which  is 
th?.t  p  -CUiiar  glory  of  the  divine  nature,  that 
our  i.ord  Jefas  C.orijl  has  fo  clearly  reveakd 
unto  r.ie'i,  and  is  fo  ne.refTary  to  true  Chriilia- 
nity.  The  a<fi:ion  is  praile,  which  is  one  of  the 
mod  complete  and  exalted  parts  of  heavenl^^ 
wordn'p.  I  hav.:  call  the  fong  irito  a  variety  of 
forms,  and  hive-^tted  k  bv  a  plain  verlion,  or 
a  larger  p^rap'irafe,  to  be  iTung  either  alone,  or 
at  fhe  conclufion  of  another  Hymn.  1  ha?e  ad- 
ded ^ilfo  a  f  :w  hofannas,  or  afcriptions  of  fal- 
vation  to  Chriji  iniht  fdme  manner,  and  for 
the  fame  end. 


D  O  X  O  L  O  G  I  E  S. 

Afon'^      ofpraife  to  the  ever-hlejed  Trinify, 
Go  i  the  Father,  Son,  ^-vi Spirit. 

HYMN    XXVI.    lit.  L.M. 

1  T)LESS*D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
S^  To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlcfs  joys  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  G.reat  Son  of  God, 


.J..  III.      HYMN  XXYII.  XXVIII. 

From  whofe  dear  v/ounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  d^ing  fouls. 
We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praile. 
Who  in  ourhearis  of  liQ  a-nd  woe 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife. 
And  into  boundieis  glory  fiow. 
Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sonj^ 
And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore  ; 
That  (ea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  botto  - ,  or  a  fcc-e. 

HYMN     XXVII.    m.  C.  M. 
t  f^  LORY  to  God  the  Father^s  narne^, 
VJT     Who,  from  cur  finful  race 
Chofeout  his  fdv'rites  to  proclaiai 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 
::  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid. 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  trom  t]:e  Szs.iy 

Gave  his  own  Hie  away. 
Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  v.'hofe  almighty  pow*r 
Our  foub  their  beav*nly  birth  derive; 
And  biefs  the  happy  hour. 
4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
Th*  Eternal  Three  and  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

HYMN     XXVTII*     m.  S,  M- 

LET  God  the  Father  Live 
For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  pround  of  all  their  fongs, 
z     Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
in  honour  to  the  Son, 


ft6o  HYMN    XXIX.         Book  HI, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  off'  ling  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  fpirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  convey 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter 
Reveals  our  pardoned  fin^ 

Omay  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
That  feal  this  grace  in  heav*n, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit^  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

HYMN    XXTX.    Hd.  L.  M. 

I  /^  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

KjJ   Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  j 
In  effence  One,  in  perfons  Three  ; 
A  fecial  nature,  yet  alone  ; 

a  When  all  our  nobieft  pow'rs  are  joined 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife, 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

HYMN    XXX,    Hd.  C.  M. 
I  fTTHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

X      Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death ; 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new  creating  breath. 
,:^  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  fpirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  fainti  and  angels  join. 

HYMN    XXXI.    lid.  S.  M. 
J       T    ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 
JU    Have  honour,  love,  and  fear  j 


j^obkllL        H  Y  M  N    XXX YI  ^it 

Td  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 

And  God  the  Coraforter. 
a      Father  oflights  above, 

Thy  mercy  we  adore  ; 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love, 

And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN    XXXir.    Iird.    L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, , 
And  God  the  Spirit  Three  in  Oueij 
Be  honour,  praife,  arid  Glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

HYMN    XXXm.    Ortiusi 

ALL  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ; 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'aly  Dove. 

HYMN   XXXIV.    ind.  C.  M 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  hirat  known,- 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

HYMN    XXXV.      Ort/?usi 

HONOtJR  to  the  Almighty  Three^ 
And  everlafting  One  ; 
AH  glory  to  the  Father  be. 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Sob, 
I 


25z        HYMN    XXXVm.        Bookm. 


H  Y  M  N    XXXVI.  ~  Hid.  S,  M. 

YK  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too, 

H  Y  JM  N    XXXVII.    Or  thus% 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praife. 
Give  gloryto  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 


HYMN    XXXVIII. 

A  fong  of  praife  to  the  lleffed  Trinity. 

The  ifl  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalni, 

I  Give  immortal  oraife 
To  God  the  Fathef^s  love, 
For  all  my.  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 

He  fent  his  ovv'n 

Eternal  Son 

To  die  for  fms 

That  man  had  done. 
To  Cod  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  clory  too,     .  ■  ^ 
Who  bought  U3  \yith  his  blood, 
From  everladinfij  v.'()e  ; 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  re\gns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains. 


i^coklll.      HYMN     XX  XIX, 

To  God  the  Spiiit*s  name     • 
Imraorial  woiTiiip  give, 
Whofe  new.  creating  po\y*r 
Xvlakes  the  dead  iinner  live  j 

His  work  completes 

The  great  deiign. 

And  fills  the  ioul 

With  jOY  divine. 
4      Alnfiighty  God  !  to  thee 
Be  endJefs  honours  done^ 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  One  z 

Where  reaibn  fails 

With  all  her  pow'rs. 

There  faith  prevails. 

And  love  adores. 


H  Y  M  N    XXXIX, 

The  lid.  as  the  cxiviiith  F. 

»"pO  him  that  chofe  113  fivrc, 
X    Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curfs 
To  fave  rebellious  Man  ; 

To  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due. 
The  Father's  love  fnall  run 
Thro'  our  immortal  fongs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  : 

Our  lips  addrefs 

The  Spirit's  name 

"tVith  equal  praife 


HYMN    XLI-;  Book  III. 

And  zeal  the  fame. 
Let  ev'ry  faiRt  above, 
And  angel  round  the  throne. 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 

Thus  heav'n  fhall  raife 

His  honours  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 


HYMN    XL. 

The  nd.  as  the  cxlviiith  Plalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  laile  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  hps 
Their  tribute  bring 
Our  Faith  adores 
The^name  we  ling 

HYMN    XLI.     Or  1  hus  i 

TO  our  eternal  God 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  One, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
Andpraile  be  giv'n, 
V>y  all  on  earth, 
And  all  in  heay'n. 


Book  in.        HYMN    XLIV.       'Wa 

\ 

■57-?  HOSArvKA  :  or  fahation    efcril 
Chrilt. 

HYMN    XLH.    L.  M, 

s^TTOSANTlA  to  king  David's  Son, 
XJ.  Who  I'eigns  on  a  fupericr  throne.^ 
We  bleis  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth. 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth. 

%  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age» 
In.  this  delightful  work  engage. 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  iins^ 
Ths  growing  glories  of  her  King, 

HYMN      XLHI.  C.  M. 

f  "O  OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Graces 
JlI  Sicn,  behold  thy  King; 
Proclaim  the  Son,  of  David's  race. 

And  teach  the  babes  to  iing.. 
Hofanna  to  th*  Incarnate  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came  \ 
Afcri be  falvation  to  the  Lord, 

With  blefliDgs  on  his  name. 


HYMN    XLiy.    S.  M. 

2  TT OSANNA  to  the  Son 
ITl  Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  dowpj 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
gj      To  Chrilt  th'  anointed  Kirg 
iBe  endicfs  bidiings  giv'n: 


6^  H  Y  M  N    XLV.  BookllJ 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 


H  Y  M  In     XLY.-      - 
As  ihe  cxiviiith  Pfalm, 

1^  OS  ANNA  to  the  King, 
Jl  L  Or' David's  ancient  blood  ; 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God; 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  v/ay, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 
Glory  to  God  on  high. 
Salvation  to  the  Lamlj  ; 
Let  earth  and  lea,  and  Iky, 
His  wondrous  love  prcciaim* 

Upon  his  hepd 

Shall  honours  reft, 

And  ev*ry  age 

pronounce- him  bieft. 


T    ABLE 

To  FIN  D  A  N  Y  HYMN  B  r  T  H  E  F 1  RST  Li  N  E , 


ADORE  and  tremble  for  our  G od  ^a 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  I21 

AU  glory  to  thy  v/ondroiis  name  261 

All  mortal  vanities  begone  20 

And  are  v/e  wretches  yet  alive  lo^ 

And  muft  this  body  die                      <;-;  '1^5 
And  now  the  fcaies  have  left  my  eye^i-'i^^ 

Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  powerS'         -  iy5 

As  new-born  babes  defn'e  rhebreaft  loi 

At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord  2^2 

Attend  v/hile  God's  exalted  don  2o3 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue  j8 

Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  3 1 

Away  from  every  mortal  care  204 


B 


B 


Ackv*'ard  with  humble fhame  we  loot  3S 
Begin,  my  tongue,  fonss  heav'niy 


theme 


361  A    T  A  B  L  E 

Behold  how  Tinners  difagree  93 

Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  21:^ 

Beheld  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  3 

Behold  the  grace  appears  ^ 

Behold  tqe  potter  and  the  clay  83 

Behold  the  role  of  Sharon  here  46 

Behold  the  woman's  promised  feed  2ir 
Sebold  tke  wretch  whofe  luft  arid  wine    8y 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  43 

^lefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  75 

Blels«dbe  the  everlafting  God  2^ 

Blefs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  258 
piefs'd morning!  whofe  young  dawning 

ray  169 

Blefs'dwith  the  joys  of  innocence  ^07 

Blcod  hasa  voice  to  pierce  the  skies  261 

Bright  king  of  glory,  dreadful  God  152 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  226 

$ury'  d  in  (hadows  of  the  night  70 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  69 


c 


AN  creatures  to  perfe(SIon  find      235 
Chrift  and  his  crofs,  is  all  our 
theme  85 

Come,  ali  harmonious  tongues  177 

Come,  dcarell  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  96 
Come  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  19!^ 
Cotnehitker,  all  ye  weary  fouls  90 

tome  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  140 

Cpme,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  24^ 


To  find  any    H  Y  M  N.  iJ-C9 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  4^ 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  195 

Come  let  us  Ii(t  our  voices  high  253 

C©me,  we  that  love  the  Lord  1 73 


D 


DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  comebeho!d50 
Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrefs  229 
Deareft  of  all  the  names  aboVe  220 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  151 
Death  may  diffolve  my  body  now  22 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day  153 

Deceiv  d  by  fubtil  fnares  of  hell  78 

Deep  in  the  dull  before  thy  throne  86 

Ddcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  131 
Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word  ,  87 
Downheafelong  from  their  native  skies  187 
Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  fone  119 


E 

ERE  Lhe  blue  heavens  were  firetch*d 
abroad  *'         4. 

Eternal  fov'reign  of  the  sky  220 

Eternal  Spiriu  we contcfs  2io 


14 


ayo  A    TABLE 

F 

■pAITH  is  thebrighteft  evidence  86 
•*•    Far  from  ray  thoughts  vain  world 

begone  12^ 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  l6^ 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  256 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  97 

From  heav'fl  the  finning  angels  fell  187 

From  thee.my  God, my  joys  ftiall  rife  j'ja 


GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong      81 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  214 
Give  to  the  Father  praife  262 

Glory  10  God  the  Trinity  260 

Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  sky  158 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  arp 

God  is  a  Spirit  jutt  and  wife  96 

God  of  the  morning  at  whofe  voice  5/ 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice  167 
God,  the  eternal  awful  name  134 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told  35 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord      91 
Co  worfhip  at  Iramanuel's  feet  104 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou         164 
Great  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft  7 

Great  God  thy  glories  fhall  employ       233 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height  198 


To  find  any    H»^  M  N  ^73 

la  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone  40 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  Love  2$ 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  26 

In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives  1 6 

Infinite  grief  1  amazing  woe  l85 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  iio 

Join  aii  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  109 

Is  chis  the  kind  return                   •  170 


K 


K 


IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chritl  ,our 
Lord  51 


LADEN  wrth  guilt  andfulj  of  fears  20z 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  245 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown  2O0 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  8 

Let  God  the  Father  live  259 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove  45 

Let  God  the    Maker's  name  260 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  I^ 

Let  mortal  tongues    attempt  to  fiag  ^y 

Let  others  boalt  hov7  Urong  they  be  I28 

Letpharifees  of  higheilem  94 

Let  the  old  heathens  tume  their  f on g  130 

Let  the  fevemh  angel  found  on  hieh  44: 
16 


a74^  A    T  A  B  L  E" 

Let  the  whole  ract  of  creatures  lie  1 8  J 

X-tt  the  wild  leopards  of  the  v;ood  22S 

Letthein  ncgle(5t  thy  gl®ry,  Lord  141 

i.ct  us  adore  the  eternal  word  240 

X.ifcand  Immortaljoys  are  given  206 

Life  is  the  time  toferve  the  Lord  64 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  the  hcav'niy  feats  1-43 

Xike  (heep  we  wentaflray  lor 

Lo  the  deftroying  angel  flies  224 

1,0  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  65 

io  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  19 

l-ong  hare  I  fat  beneath  the  found  23 1 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  1 7 

L-ord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  245 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  bJefs'd  are  they  1 57 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  ccnfcience  was  82 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  252 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defi^ns  196 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  134 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  79 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  offaving  grace  126 

Lord,  what  a  w'retched  land  is  this  155 
Lord,  whenmy  thoughts  with  wonder 

roll  iiS 


M 


MAN  hath  a  foul  of  vaft  defires  2i3 
Miftaken  fouls  .that    dream    of 

heav*n  99 

K'Jydear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  214 

Iviydrowly  pow'rs,  why  lleep  you  fo  33' 


TofiBdany  HYMN.  275- 

-My  God,  how  endkfs  is  tljy  ipve  59 

My  God,  my  lite,  my  love  184 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  i3_5;- 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  204 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  s^j 

My  God,  what  endlefs  pleaiures  dwell  146 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  igS 
My  Saviour-God,  my  Sov'reign-pnn.ce  21^ 

My  foul,  come  meditate  the  day  160 

My  fQul  forl^kes  her  vain  delight  \  jzi 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubje<5tsroll  115 
My  thQughcs.  furmount  theie  lower  skies 229 


N 


N 

AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came    6 
Nature  with  all  her  powrs  ihali 

fing  114 

Nature  with  open  volume  ftands  244 

No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  191 

No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more  i^S 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more  77 

Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  75 

Not  all. the  blood  of  beafts  215 

Not  all  the  tutward  forms  on  earth  69 

Not  different  food  nor  different  drefs  90 

Not  from  the  daft  afHi(flion  grows  ^o 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane  74 

-Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  mcQ  72 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  222 

Not  with  cur  mortal  eyes  77 
^7 


276  A    TABLE 

Now  be  the  Gcd  of  Ifr^el  feleft      ^  33 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  ray  God  92 

Nqw  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  146 

Now  have  our  hearts  err.brac'uour  God  248 

Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace  5? 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  66 

Now  let  afpacious  woiidarife  218 

Now  let  our  pains  be  f^U  forgot  249 

Nor/  htr.he  Father  and  the  Son  26 1 

Now  kr  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  15 1 

Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  226 

Now  ihali  my  inward  joys  arlfe  27 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  149 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  u*s  know  4I 

Now  to  the  power  of  Ged  fupreme  P7 


o 


o 

For  an  overcoming  faith  16 

Oh!  ifmy  foul  wereform*dforw0ei94 

Oh!   the  almighty  Lord  175 

Oh  !  the  deiiejjts,the  heav'nlyjoys         182 
Often  1  feek  my  Lord  by  night  49 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day       118 
Cur  days,  alas!   our  mortal  days  J44 

Our  God^  how  firm  hispromife  ftands  i^4S 
Our  fins  alas  !  howflrong  they  be  179 

Our  fouls  fhaiimagHity  the  Lord  40 

Our  fpiritsjoia  t*  adore  theLair.b  254 


-To  find  any  HYMN.  477 


"pLUNG'D  Inagulphofdarkdefpair  174 
^    Praife,  everlalling  praife  be  paid     159 

RAISE  thee,  nay  foul,  fly  up  and  run  139 
Raife  your  triumphant  longs  192 

Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  126 


SAINTS,atyourheav'nly  Father's 
word  9 

Salvation  !  O  thejoyful  found  18^ 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  30 

Shall  the  vile  race  ot  fleih  and  blood        59 
Shall  we  go  on  to  fin  76 

SbaU  wife. cm  cry  aloud  66 

3hout  to  tlie  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  183 

Sin  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  121 

Sin  like  a  vsnomouis  difeafe  22^ 

Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fides  124 

Sing  to  the  Lopd,  ye  heav'Eiy  hofts  161 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  255 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  80?^ 

So  let  our  lips  andli\fes  exprefs  9-f  ' 

Stand  sp,  my  foul,  fhakc  of  thy  fears  17  ^ 
18 


iJ-3  A     T  A  B  L  E 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to 

rife 
Strait  is  the  vvay^ths  door  is  firait  22^ 


135 


TERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'fi  on 

That  a\Tful  day  vvijl  furely  come  394 

'rhee  we  adore,  eternal  name  155 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  16$ 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adci'd  260 

The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  248 

The  prcrnife  ot  iry  Father's  love  239 

The  prcmife  was  divinely  free.  2ii 

The  true  Meftiah  now  appears  12^ 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved  I'cands  47 

The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  knew  53 
There' is  a  hcafe  not  naade'with  hands  78 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  164 

There  was  an  hour  when  Clirift  rcjoic'd  12 
Thefe  glorious  irrinds  how  bricht  they 
•  ih-ine  ^  2?, 

This  !S  the  vvord  of  tnith  and  love  213 
Thou-^  whom  my  foui  admires  aboye  46 
Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  pafs  207 

Thus  far  rhfe  Lord  has  led  n^e  on  58 

Thus  {ailh  the  firR,  and  great  command  Ss 
Thus  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  one  63 

Th\!s  faichlhe  Ruier  of  the  fKies  177 

Thu:  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  86 

Thus  laith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  67 


Toiindany    H  Y  I\I  N.  279 

Thy  favours.  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  148 

Time,  what  an  err;pt.y  vapour  'tis  15B 

'Tis  by  the  faich  of  joys  to  come  20S 

*Tis'from  tha  rreafurea  of  this  word  ic6 

•Tis  not  the  law  of  teii  commands  20^ 

To  God  the  Father,  God' t^e  Son       .  261 

To  God  the  ordy  wife                          ,  .  34 

To  God  the  Fatiier*^s  throne  2^3 

To  him  that  chofe  us  firft  26S 

To  our  eternal  God  264. 

Twas  by  an  order,  fro nj  the  Lord  221 

*Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  23^? 

«Twas  the  commiilion  of. our  Lord  34 

The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son  2 13 

The  lands  that  long  in  d-arknefs  lay  13 

The  law  by  Pvlofes  came  84 
The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know20S 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  203 

The  Lord  defcesidii>g  froni  absve  20»l'i 

The  Lord  Jehovah  jreign^;  z^^.- 

The  Lord  on  highprociaifcs  fe  ' 

The  msjefty  of  SoioKioa                ..  ^9^ 


V 

"fT  Aim  are  the  hopes,  the  fo^is  of  m^n    68 

y.    Vain  are  the  hopes  thai  rebels  place  7  i 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie"  145 

Up  to  the  Lord  that  reicrnsonhigh        148 


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E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around         5? 

We  biefs  the  prophet  ot  the  Lord  210 
\Ve  fing  th'  amazing  deeds  250 

We  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  love  37 

Welcoaoe  fweet  day  of  reft  124. 

W*i],  the  Redeemer's  gone  142 

What;  different  pow'rs  of  grace  andfm  21^ 
What  equal  honours  ^liall  we  bring  4^ 

What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  2  7 

.What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  23 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughtsarlfe  26 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  163 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  i9^ 

When  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs  24^^ 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs  3^ 
When  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  54 
When  the  iirft  parents qf  our  race.  i73 
W^hen  the  great  builder  arch'd  the  llvies  i3^ 
Where  are  the  mourners  faith  the  Lord223 
Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rile  7 
Who  hath  bsliev'd  thy  word  lO^ 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  dtftrefs  5 

Who  fhall  the  Lord's  ele(5l  condemn  1^ 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage      | 
Why  does  your  face,  ye  bumble  fouls     17 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends     11 
Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  12^ 

Why  fliould  the  children  of  a  King  lO^ 
Why  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  23^ 
Whyfiiouidwe  fl:irt  andfear  todie         »3. 


To  find  any     HYMN.  a8i 

With  cheerful  voice  I  flng  107 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong  147 

With  joy  we  medicate  the  grac^  89 


YE  angels  round  the  throne  261 

Ye  foDs  of  Adam  vain  and  young  64 


^£^  ION  rejoice^  2nd  Judah  flag  197 


TABLE 

Of  the  scriptures  that  are 
turned  intov£rs£. 

In  THE  FIRST  BO  O  K. 


H^ 

mn. 

Hynm, 

Gen«  iii.  1,15, 

17- 

107 

Pror.  viii.  »,  21,23  9* 

XV  ii.  7. 

i'3 

vii.  34*36             93 

xvii.  7,  10. 

121 

JEcclef  viii.  8           24 

xxii.  6. 

ia«9 

ix.  4,  5,  6,  10        88 

Job  I.  21. 

5 

xi.  9^                   89 

iii.  14,  15 

24 

The  lame.            90 

iv.  17,  21. 

82 

xii.  I,  7               9^ 

V.  6,  r,  8. 
ix.  2,  10. 

83 
S6 

Solo.  7  i.2-5, 12,17.66 
Song.  3  i.  7              67 

xiv.  4. 

5t 

ii.  I,  2,  3'&c.     68 

XIX.  25,  26, 

27. 

6 

ii    8,  9,  &c.         69 

Pfaimiii.  5,  6 

80 

ii.  14,  16,  17        70 

iv.  8. 

80 

iii.  I,  2,  3 J  4,  5     71 

xix.  5,  8. 

79 

iii.  II                    7i 

xlix.  6,9. 

24 

iv.  I,  7,  11            73 

li.5. 

57 

iv.  12, 14,  15        74 

Ixxiii.  24,  25* 

79 

V.  I                        74 

cxxxix.  13, 

24 

136 

V.  9—16                75 

cxliii.  8 

80 

vi.  I,  2,  3>  la       76 

e;dvii.  i9»  ao 

53 

vii.  5>  9»  13          77 

A  Table  of  the  SCRIPTURES,  $cc.    a  ?  ^ 


Hymn 
.  viii.  5,  8,  14        78 
Jfaiah  v.  2,  7,  10  "  lo 
ix.  2,  6,  7  13 

xxvi.  1,2,  &c.  -  8 
xxvi.  8,  io  30 

xxxviii.  9.  &c.  55 
xl.  27,  28,  &c.  32 
The  fame  48 

xlv.  7.  81 

xlv.  21,  25  84' 

The  fame.  85 

xlix.  13.  14,  &c  39 
liii.  I — 5}io,  12  i4Jf 
liii.  6,  9,  12       142 

Iv.    I,  2,&C.  7 

The  fame  9 

Ivii.  15,  16  87 

Ixi.io  20 

Jxm.  I,  J,  3,&c.  28 

Ixiii  4,  5,  6,  7       29 

Ixv.  20  91 

Lam.  iii.  23  81 

Ezek.xxxvi.  25,&c.  9 

Mic.  vii.  19  9 

Nah.  i.  I,  2,  3,&c.42 

Zech.  xiii.  i  9 

Matt.  iii.  9  99 

V.  3,  12  102 

xi.  28,  30  127 

311.  20  izs 

xiii.  16,  17  10 

xxi.  9  16 

xxii.  57,  40        ii<5 

xxviii.  18,  &c.  128 

xxviii.  i^  52 

Markx.  14.  113 

xvi.  jj,  &c,      ia§ 


Hymn 

Luke  i.  30,  Sec,  3 

i.  46,  &c.  60 

i.  68  150 

ii.  10,  &c.  3 

■   ii-  27  19 

X.  21.  22  •'I 

The  lame.  la 

XV.   7,  10.  »or 

XV.   13,  &c.  123 

xviiii.  10,  &c  131 

xix.  38,  40  i^ 

John  i.  I,  3,  14  * 

i.  17  118 

i.  29,  3^  50 

111.  3,  &c.  9/ 

iii.  14,  16  112 

iii.  16,  17,  18  I09 

iv.  24.  136 

x.  28,  29  138 

Afts  ii.  38  5Z 

xvi.  14,   5,  33  izi 

Rom.  iii.  19,  2a  94 

V.  12,  &c.  5  7 

The  fame  124 

vi.  I,  2,  6  106 

vi.  3,  4,  &c.  122 

vii.  8,9,14,24  "5 

viii.  14,  16  144 

viii.  33,  &c.  14- 

ix.  21,  22,  &c.  114 

xi    16,  7  117 

xiv.  17,  19  126 

XV    8,  9,  1.2  113 

1  Cor.  i.  23,  34  "9 

1.21.31  9^ 


224  A  Table  cf  the  SCRIPTURES,  &c, 


Hymn 

J  Cor.  i.  30  97 

The  fame  98 

ii.  9,  10.  J 05 

iii*  6-  7  119 

vi.  10,11  104 

xui.  I,  a,  3  134 
xui.  a,  3,7,  I3  133 

XV.  ss^^^c.  17 

s  Cor.  ii.  i6  119 

V.  I,  5,  8  no 

xii.  7,  9,  10  -5 

Gal.  iv.  4  107 

iv.  6  64 

Eph.  i.  3,ccc.  54 

i._  13,  14  144 

iii.  9,  10  a 

iii.  16,  &c,  135 

iv.  30,  &c.  130 

Piiil.  ii.  a  130 

ii'*.  7,  8,  9  109- 

Gol.   I,   16  a 

ii.  15  107 

s  Tim  i.  9,  10  i37 

i.  xa  103 

ill.  15, 16  53- 

,  iv.  6,  7,  8, 18  27 

Tit.  ii.  ro.  I  3       '  J3a 

iii.  3,  7  III 

Heb.  i.  I  ^3 


1 

Hymn, 

Heb.  iii.  3,  5, 

6 

118 

iv.  15, 16 

125 

V.  7 

'^5 

VI.  17,19 

»39 

vii. 

145 

ix. 

U5 

'     x.  a8, a9 

118 

I       xi.  I,   3,  8, 

10 

120 

,'  I  Pet.  i.  3,  4, 

5 

26 

i.8 

loS 

I  John  iii.  i,  &c. 

64 

Jude  a4, 15 

5^ 

Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7 

61 

V.    6,  8,  I2r 

X 

j       The  fame 

a5 

1       V.  II — 13 

6a 

,  The  fame 

63 

!;      V,  ii.  13,  &c. 

40 

I  The  fame 

4J^ 

\    :  xi.  15 

65 

1        XII.    7 

58 

\     "xiv.  13 

18 

!  :xv.  3 

49  56: 

xvi.  19 

K 

j      xvii.  6 

56 

'xviii.  20,  ai 

59 

,.  y-'^xi.  I,  a,  3, 
I  :.5^xi.  5,6/7; 

4 

ai 

8 

:  45 

!J   :jCXU  27    '•  ' 

10^ 

V  '■  ( 


/I 


\  i 


Eph 


I. 

i 

iii 
ill 

9' 

JO 

iv. 

?o 

,5c 

Phil. 

ii. 

a 

lit 

€ol. 

7j 
I, 

8, 
16 

a  Tim  i 

9>  T 

i. 

12 

iii. 

i5> 

I'' 

iv. 

tit. 

6, 

ii.  r 

7, 

iii. 

■2 

Heb. 


